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Atma

You press the telescope to your eye and scan in all directions. You notice nothing that you hadn't seen before, so you decide to climb up to the tip of the ship's bow and scan again.

Far, far to the south, you can barely make out what appears to be a band of men pulling along a heavy container wrapped in canvas, heading southward.

Convinced you should investigate, you begin running in that direction. To your surprise, you can run much, much faster than you remember. You flow through the snow and ice as if it were not even there.

You arrive at the head of the group of men. They instantly stop in their tracks and trade looks of horror and confusion among themselves.

The man in front eyes you up and down, his mouth agape and silent. He shakes his head and laughs spiritlessly. "Death has come... at last."

He sighs, appearing conflicted at first - until finally, an expression of welcome resignation washes over his face.

"Take us from this place, Reaper."

The men argue behind him, some voices raising over others.

"I thought he'd be less colorful," quietly remarks a man in the back.

You take a moment to glance down at your chest, and notice that the egg placed there seems to be a little less vibrant than before.

EngineerSean

> You have five colors left in this egg. Give the power of one color to each of the five men. Link them to you... forever.

or yeah if it looks like four colors then just kill the leftover guy

almightyerin

> Look around fearfully and whisper "Have you seen...HER?" Shit yourself so you appear more afraid.

Thump!

> Ask if there's any weed under that tarp.

Atma

You close your eyes and focus on the power of the multi-colored egg embedded in your chest.

You reach out to the hearts and minds of those around you. In an instant you are bombarded with other men's thoughts, memories, dreams, and regrets. They seem tangible and visceral to you.

You push your will against theirs until you feel them bend- then finally snap. Some spirits break sooner than others, but all seem to have been worn down quite a bit already.

The experience is mentally draining, but you now feel dominance over four of the five individuals.

You notice your egg has lost a great deal of its vibrancy.

The last, untouched man seems confused.

"Hey mates," he questions shakily, "what's... what's goin' on?"

Under your mental command, the four men converge on their former companion.

"We're sorry, Steven," they say in tandem, "we have no choice."

Freezing tears stream down their face as they push their friend to the ground, tearing at his flesh with their now-superhuman strength.

He screams in terror as they pull meat from his bleeding form. The faces of his friends contort in anguish as they perform their task, but are somewhat relieved as Steven finally passes away into the ice.

Your minions present the scraps of meat and flesh to you, which you quickly devour.