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IMPREGNATAR

Welcome to Impregnatar.

The forest is alive around you as you wake up. Your head hurts. You're cool... Probably because you're naked... But a creeping humidity makes your skin sticky. You'll warm up soon. Your hair is matted by it. Your armpits and groin and all your fleshies are a bit more.... Moist... Than you'd like. A mosquito buzzes in your ear.

Who are you?

How did you get here?

Forest birds squawk overhead in the trees. Something moves in the leaves nearby. Ferns dance; was that something or just a light breeze? You stand, taking stock of yourself. You are...

What's next?

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