Your eyes scan the message and before you can type anything, the base of your horns ache and feel as though something was pulling at them. You feel it before you can hear it as your glass eye pops out and drops to the floor and in its place is a fully developed one, it’s iris a darker purple, matching the change to your right eye.

You feel yourself aching in each and every joint, but your concern is still at your eye, your left hand hovering over the newly formed one. No trace of a scar there, either. You touch- then jerk your hand away, looking at it.

No longer do you have smooth and trimmed nails, but instead, sharp claws. Each are an inch long. Even your teeth, now pressing lightly against your chin, seem to have grown.

You begin to breathe heavier as all these changes transpire. You don’t even realize you’re doubled over at the coffee table until you notice the cold glass pressed against your forehead.

Being as careful of your new claws as possible, you start to type a message in response to the new godforsaken M!A, all the while gritting your teeth. It feels as though rage was building in the deepest recesses of your gut.