Its cold... Terrible, Terrible Cold. We crawl forward, feeling our way through. Eventually we feel something warm. We press ourselves against it, we dig ourselves into it, something within us compels us to spread, further throughout the warm sticky mass... It's not enough the mass is too large, we divide ourselves little fragments spreading throughout, separate but still connected...

Time passes, and something under us is beginning to wake. Our instincts rush to act. Act against the awakening thing. What do we do?

>Consume it
We cannot let it wake; it would be disastrous for us. We consume it, dig ourselves deeper, replacing, multiplying.
>Control it.
We allow it to awaken, we dig ourselves deep into it, puppet it, control it. It feels wrong... Unnatural for us.