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Kind

Survivor

Green Spore

Wilson P. Higgsbury

That's a sight for spore eyes.

Wilson P. Higgsbury

I'll keep a little light in my pocket.

Swamp gas! Oh, it's just some more spores.

The bugs in my pocket might like some light.

Float along now.

I hope it doesn't start growing in there.

It looks like floating candy.

How precious.

At peace, benevolent forest spirit.

I'll direct this light where I please.

Hateful, ambulatory whimsy.

I hope it doesn't stain my jacket.

That's green, our favoritest color!

If we lick it we'll turn to wood!

It has no concept of time, or loss.

So many have perished. But this one is safe.

Ms. Wickerbottom

A lovely green carrier of genetic information.

Ms. Wickerbottom

I'm a carrier of a carrier of genetic information.

It has no idea where it's going.

It feels flammable.

I've breathed in worse stuff at work.

Never hurts to have extra light.

Nice green bug. Wolfgang will not swat.

I make it my pet.

We've been visited by a forest sprite, Lucy!

One day this might be a tree.

Hey little guys!

Safe now

Dazzling!

My beautiful spores.

It dancing!

My floaty fluff now!

ORGANICS CAN'T KEEP THEIR BIOMATTER TO THEMSELVES

I HAVE CAPTURED IT