NAUSEA QUEST

You return to the FORK in the tunnel and follow the BRIGHTER lights. You can hear soft, little footsteps behind you, but that's okay. They're okay.\n\nBefore you step through that final blinding, white light and back where you belong, a CLAMMY LITTLE HAND slips you some kind of note.\n\n<html><center><table width="500"><tr><td><center><img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/moragmilburn1.png"></center> "TREASURES OF A SECRET MIGHT WORM! FIND A LUCK AND HAPPY COMES OUT MAYBE???"</td></tr> </table></center></html>\n\n<html><center><img src="https://www.bogleech.com/nausea/tokenone.png"></center> </html>\n\nYour STOMACH FLUTTERS whenever you look at the strange, moist note. You're not sure what it means, but it might be a good idea to HANG ON TO IT.\n\nYOU'RE DONE NOW, GO HOME STUPID.

<html><center> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/eyeone.png"> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/eyetwo.png"> \n</center></html>\n\nGroping frantically in the dark, your hands connect with what feels like a FURRY ROPE. You grasp it tightly in both arms and YANK HARD.\n\nThe LOOMING MONSTROSITY lets out a PATHETIC SQUEAK as the boneless appendage tears free from whatever UNSPEAKABLE SOCKET it was previously attached. You are invigorated by a REFRESHING BREAK from the NAUSEA.\n\nYou feel the unpleasant tickling of another [[FUZZY TENTACLE]] around your neck. You could go for an [[EYEBALL]] again. Second times a charm, right? The [[EERIE GOBLIN]] who brought you here is now tugging at your leg.\n\n<html><center><table width="500"><tr><td><center> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/morag1.png"></center> "TASTY HEADFRIENDS ITCHY HEADFRIENDS ITCHY TASTY TASTY BESTFRIENDS"</td></tr></table></center></html>\n\nMaybe you should just [[LEAVE]].

The creature's OILY VISAGE swells and swells as you finally wring the life from its WRETCHED FORM, its PIERCING VOICE gradually fading to icy silence in your mind.\n\n<html> <center><img src="https://www.bogleech.com/nausea/blood.png"></center></html>\n\nBefore you can even consider loosening your grip, the GELATINOUS CRANIUM ruptures like a GREASY WATER BALLOON. Its contents are DISPROPORTIONATELY VOLUMINOUS, drenching your body in a torrent of blood and gore and reeking pus.\n\nAnd something else.\n\nA tickling sensation creeps across your gore-soaked skin. A tickle like a thousand tiny, slick little fingers groping blindly at your body.\n\nThere are THINGS in the blood. Writhing and rippling. You want to struggle, but your limbs feel limp, your body cold and numb except for the squirming, squirming everywhere...and prickling?\n\nYes. There is definitely also a prickling. Tiny needles. Tiny bites. The tickling and prickling is penetrating deeper into your body. Something fat and wet slides into your ear canal. Another slips under your eyelid.\n\nYour thoughts give way to the chatter of many small, buzzing voices. They sound lost and confused.\n\n<html> <center><img src="https://www.bogleech.com/nausea/magwavy.gif"></center></html>

Why are you even doing this?! Your NAUSEA only moderately subsides as you soften your grip on the LIMP, SQUISHY BODY, but you are significantly more sickened by how RUDE you are totally being. Luckily, the EERIE FIGURE seems none the worse for wear.\n\n<html><center><table width="500"><tr><td><center> "DANGER JOKES!!!" <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/morag14.png"></center> "IT CAN FRIENDS TO DO A PRACTICAL FUNNY? A REALISTIC SKELETON CAN REDUCE PRESSURE"</td></tr></table></center></html>\n\nThe little thing WOBBLES STUPIDLY in place as though awaiting a [[RESPONSE|COMMUNICATE]]. You're not sure if it was such a great idea not to just [[KILL IT]] or [[STAY AWAY|OTHER WAY]].

NAUSEA wracks your soul like a SICK OCTOPUS. You know it will not stop until the SOFT, STICKY CREATURE is NOT ALIVE.\n\nYour grip tightens on the MYSTERIOUS BEING as it buzzes and babbles in the back of your skull. Its GELATINOUS CRANIUM bloats like a pufferfish, vivid scarlet fluids churning and gurgling beneath its transparent tissues, and something else...\n\n<html><center><table width="500"><tr><td> <center><img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/nausea-wavy2.gif"></center> "COME OUT FRIENDS WILL COME OUT FRIENDS WILL COME OUT COME OUT FRIENDS FRIENDS COME OUT COME OUT FRIENDS"</td></tr></table></center></html>\n\nThe GELATINOUS CRANIUM balloons to absurd proportions, pale shapes twisting and rolling behind its transparent membranes. You are overwhelmed with disgust, but is it the [[STRANGE THING|DEATH]] in your hands or your [[BLOODLUST|DON'T]] that disturbs you more?

You wonder where the WEIRD THING has been leading you, only for its BUZZING THOUGHTS to force their way into your own once more.\n\n<html><center><table width="500"><tr><td><center> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/morag3.png"></center> "IT CAN BE AN IMPOSSIBLE SECRET DREAM! A BIG KITO JOKE TOOL TO A MARVELOUS OTHER HOLE!"</td></tr></table></center></html>\n\nWith one of it NOODLY ARMS, the thing gestures to a set of STARTLINGLY UGLY DOORS just sort of standing there, hovering in the big black nothing.\n\n<html><center><center> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/door.jpg"> </center></html>\n\nThe sight of the UGLY DOORS makes your BONES ITCH. The WEIRD THING sits and stares, presumably waiting for your powerful, NON-NOODLY ARMS to [[OPEN]] those HIDEOUS HIDEOUS DOORS.\n\nYou want very badly to [[RUN|OTHER WAY]].

<html><center> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/eyeone.png"> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/eyetwo.png"> \n</center></html>\n\nYou are overcome with an inexplicable VIOLENT RAGE. You do not know why, but you know that the THING IN THE DARK must PERISH. You can only see its [[EYEBALLS|BIG, STUPID EYES]] but you can feel some sort of [[FUZZY APPENDAGE|HAIRY]] tickling your face. The [[SLIMY GREMLIN]] is flailing around like a HAIRLESS MUPPET at your feet.\n\n<html><center><table width="500"><tr><td><center> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/morag1.png"></center> "IT CAN DO A TWO DIFFERENT AND CAN FLEXIBLE SKELTERON FOR HELP A BODIE!!?"</td></tr></table></center></html>

That's it. You are 100% DONE with this STUPID NONSENSE. You disregard the RUBBERY GNOMES and the EYEBALL THING and make a break back to the BRIGHTER PATH. A HORRIBLE, BUZZING DIN assaulting your brain...\n\n<html><center><table width="500"><tr><td> <center><img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/morag7r.png"></center> "\nKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE\nEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE\nEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"</td></tr></table></center></html>\n\nThe UNEARTHLY WAILING in your mind is as UNBEARABLE as MOST CHILDREN. It drowns out all other thought, all other sound. Do you dare [[CONTINUE|HOME]] or [[TURN BACK|FIGHT]] to face the beast??

You don't know where you are. You don't know how you got here. All you know is a persistent, smothering BLACKNESS that feels at once claustrophobic and terrifyingly VAST.\n\nYou know what blackness is. You know you were someone, somewhere else before, but you're having difficulty thinking back to anything before this dark, silent void.\n\nYour feeble attempts at thought are soon interrupted by a SMALL and DIMLY LUMINOUS shape. It does not speak audibly, but vague and garbled communication seems to buzz almost painfully in your brain.\n\n<html><center><table width="500"><tr><td><center> AN AMASSING SURPRISE!!!! <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/morag8.png"></center> "THIS HELLO CAN DO A BEING! IT WILL SEEK AN OTHER. DO YOU HELP A FRIEND??"</td></tr></table></center></html>\n\nYou're not sure what this EERIE FIGURE wants. You feel an inexplicable wave of NAUSEA as it draws closer. You feel a mounting urge to [[KILL IT]], but you kind of just want to get [[AWAY|OTHER WAY]].\n\nOn the other hand, maybe it is possible to [[COMMUNICATE]]. You get the strange impression that it may seek your [[ASSISTANCE]].

The DREADFUL HOWLING escalates as you hurl yourself through the BLINDING LIGHT at the end of the tunnel.\n\nSuddenly, you are HOME.\n\nYou seem to have emerged from your BATHROOM, somehow.\n\n...The sound is not fading.\n\n<html>KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE</html>\n\nIt never really does.

You swerve around the PALLID ENTITY and continue running.\n\nRunning.\n\nRunning.\n\nRunning.\n\nA shape.\n\n<html><center><center> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/morag8.png"> </center></html>\n\nFEAR claws at your brain like an OPOSSUM OR SOMETHING. What does this thing [[EVEN WANT?|ASSISTANCE]] Won't it just [[DIE ALREADY?|KILL IT]] Maybe you can just [[GO ON RUNNING]] until it gets tired of stalking you.

You put your bare hands on those REVOLTING, GODLESS DOORS and peer into the empty blackness on the other side.\n\nYou think you can see fuzzy shapes moving in the distance.\n\nARE they distant?\n\nYou lean out for a clearer look.\n\nYou never do get one.\n\n<html><center><center> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/spookys.jpg"> </center></html>

<html><center><img src="https://www.bogleech.com/nausea/tunnel.jpg"> </center></html>\n\nThe cold, wet and dimly lit tunnel is a refreshing change from the pitch darkness. The STICKY GOBLIN THING shambles down the path to your LEFT, its GROSS FEET slapping wetly against the stone floor.\n\n<html><center><table width="500"><tr><td><center> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/morag1.png"></center> "HEADFRIENDS, HEADFRIENDS, IN AND OUT, HEADFRIENDS, HEADFRIENDS, ROLL ABOUT, HEADFRIENDS, HEADFRIENDS, RED RED SPOUT!!!"</td></tr></table></center></html>\n\nShould you really be [[FOLLOWING|FORK]] this SALLOW TROGLODYTE, or should you go your [[OWN WAY?]]

You roam the dark frantically, aimlessly, the same pale face leering from the gloom at every turn.\n\nYour legs give out.\n\nYou can't run anymore.\n\nYou crumple to that cold, black floor you still can't see, gagging, head spinning.\n\nYou feebly look up.\n\n<html><center><center> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/nausea-eyes.gif"> </center></html>

You turn apprehensively down the DARKENED PATH. You can hear the PALLID SUBHUMANOID flip-flopping not far behind, its DISQUIETING MELODY now faintly whispering in your brain, NAUSEA dancing a SLOTHFUL WALTZ to its monotonous tune.\n\nYou follow the wall with your fingertips. It feels SLIMY.\n\nSomething SMALL and PALE is FAINTLY GLOWING up ahead.\n\nOh no.\n\nNow there's two of them.\n\n<html><center><table width="500"><tr><td><center> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/nausea-blur.gif"> "........"</center></td></tr></table></center></html>\n\nThe small thing only JIGGLES in place. It is surrounded by a FAINT RUSTLING. You cannot see it, but something is brushing the walls and ceilings just beyond. You wonder what was down that [[OTHER PATH]], but your train of thought is repeatedly interrupted by a FAMILIAR VOICE.\n\n<html><center><table width="500"><tr><td><center> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/morag7.png"> "COME OUT RED WILL COME OUT RED WILL COME OUT RED WILL COME OUT RED WILL COME OUT RED WILL COME OUT COME OUT COME OUT COME OUT RED OUT RED COME OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT"</center></td></tr></table></center></html>\n\nYou think the DIMINUTIVE GHOULS might really [[NEED YOU]] for something, but maybe it's all part of some HIDEOUS TRAP. Maybe it's time you found out what was down that nice, [[BRIGHTLY LIT PATH|OTHER PATH]] back there? The [[OTHER PATH]]? The [[OTHER PATH]]?\n\n

You're beginning to wonder if this WEIRDO GUY just needs your HELP, when the thought is interrupted by its AWFUL BUZZING.\n\n<html><center><table width="500"><tr><td> A MARVELOUS DARK DREAM!! <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/morag5.png"> "HEADFRIENDS KNOW A WAY, IF IT CAN SEEK A FOLLOW"</td></tr></table></center></html>\n\nThe WEIRD THING is pleased, you think. It turns around and ambles away, NOODLY APPENDAGES flopping wetly on the seemingly INVISIBLE floor, its BULBOUS CRANIUM swaying and rolling on its pencil-thin neck.\n\nIt wants you to [[FOLLOW]]. Can you trust it? Maybe you should go the [[OTHER WAY]].

<html><center> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/eyeone.png"> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/eyetwo.png"> \n</center></html>\n\nYou swing a fist into one of the UNSEEN THING'S incredibly large DUMB EYEBALLS. It feels like punching a PEELED GRAPE. Gross!\n\nIt reacts with a pitiful, soft MEWLING, like a LONELY KITTEN. Your NAUSEA seems to have DIMINISHED SLIGHTLY.\n\nSuddenly, you feel a [[ROPEY APPENDAGE|ROPEY]] coiling around your leg. You still have another clear shot at an [[EYEBALL]]. Your [[GELATINOUS COMPANION|SLIMY GREMLIN]] is FLOUNDERING WEIRDLY at your feet.\n\n<html><center><table width="500"><tr><td><center> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/morag1.png"></center> "DONT A TWO DANGER FACE, FUNNY TOUCHMASTER CAN DOES A BIG TRICK!!!!"</td></tr></table></center></html>\n\nMaybe you should just [[LEAVE]].

You attempt to speak to the SPOOKY THINGY, but it only cocks its BULBOUS HEAD like a confused animal.\n\n<html><center><table width="500"><tr><td> THE INCREDIBLE TRICK!! <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/morag5.png"> "IT CAN SEE A HIDING SCARE! WHERE CAN GO A FRIEND??"</td></tr></table></center></html>\n\nYou are overwhelmed with a sense that the thing wants your [[ASSISTANCE]] in FINDING SOMETHING, or maybe it really did just want to [[DIE|KILL IT]]. You know, this situation is kind of WEIRD, isn't it? How about we [[CHEESE IT|OTHER WAY]]?

\n<html><td><center> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/nausea-blur.gif"> </center></html>\n\nYou watch the WRETCHED THING tremble and throb in the dark. The OTHER WRETCHED THING still chattering on mindlessly behind you.\n\nYou reach out towards it, and something stirs. Something large.\n\nSomething with DUMB LOOKING but VERY BIG eyes.\n\n<html><center> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/eyeone.png"> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/eyetwo.png"> \n<img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/nausea-blursmall.gif"> \n</center></html>\n\n\n[[FIGHT]] OR [[FLIGHT?|LEAVE]]\n

You disregard the CLAMMY IMP and make a break for the BRIGHTER PATH. A HORRIBLE, BUZZING DIN probes your brain...\n\n<html><center><table width="500"><tr><td> <center><img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/morag7r.png"></center> "\nKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE\nEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE\nEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"</td></tr></table></center></html>\n\nThe UNEARTHLY WAILING in your mind is as UNBEARABLE as MOST CHILDREN. It drowns out all other thought, all other sound. Do you dare [[CONTINUE|HOME]] or [[TURN BACK|FORK]] to the fork??\n\n

BE A FRIENDS FOR US

It takes time, but you soon arrive at a FORK in the tunnel. The PASTY APPARITION crouches here silently, waving a FLIPPERY ARM down the PITCH DARK branch to your left.\n\n<html><center><table width="500"><tr><td><center> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/morag14.png"> "ALWAYS HEADFRIENDS KNOW A ONE! CAN A BIGFRIEND BE TO FINDING?! A STARTLING BIG KITO HEAD VENTURE!!!"</center></td></tr></table></center></html>\n\nWhatever the hell that means, it seems to expect you to [[LEAD THE WAY]] down this blackened hall. You don't particularly look forward to having your back turned to such a FUNKY BOOGEDYBOO, or having to navigate almost blind. The [[OTHER PATH]] is lit well, and you're pretty sure it gets BRIGHTER at the end.

You leave all the ODD, DUMB CREATURES behind and head for that BRIGHTER PATH you saw before.\n\nFunny, it doesn't seem as bright this time.\n\n<html><center><img src="https://www.bogleech.com/nausea/tunnel.jpg"> </center></html>\n\nIt sure is long!\n\n<html><center><img src="https://www.bogleech.com/nausea/tunnel.jpg"> </center></html>\n\nReally long!\n\n<html><center><img src="https://www.bogleech.com/nausea/tunnel.jpg"> </center></html>\n\nWhat a super duper long tunnel!!\n\n<html><center><img src="https://www.bogleech.com/nausea/tunnel.jpg"> </center></html>\n\nThat's okay, though. You get used to it.\n\n<html><center><img src="https://www.bogleech.com/nausea/tunnel.jpg"> </center></html>\n\nFlop, flop.\n\nFunny little feet.\n\n<html><center><img src="https://www.bogleech.com/nausea/tunnel.jpg"> </center></html>\n\nOnly the first year was all that hard.\n\n<html><center><img src="https://www.bogleech.com/nausea/tunnel.jpg"> </center></html>\n\nYour head tickles\n\n<html><center><img src="https://www.bogleech.com/nausea/tunnel.jpg"> </center></html>\n\nTickl;e haed\n\n\n

<html><center> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/eyeone.png"> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/eyetwo.png"> \n</center></html>\n\nYou take another shot at an EYEBALL. Your fist now sinks deeply into its gelatinous surface, but the BRISTLY APPENDAGE tightens its grip on your leg.\n\nBefore you can respond, another UNSEEN TENDRIL catches your arm. A third finds your neck. More and more of the SERPENTINE LIMBS grope from the shadows, entwining your body in a SQUIRMING WEB that probes your body, questing for a point of weakness.\n\nYour throat, eyes and TERRIBLE OTHER PLACES are soon breached by the BRISTLY PSEUDOPODS. It's difficult to tell whether you ultimately die of suffocation or it simply tears your innards out. It's just an all-around MAJOR BUMMER of a time.\n\nThis was JUST AWFUL and it SUCKED.

You watch the WAXY HOBGOBLIN ramble ahead, fading into the distant gloom and taking its AWFUL GIBBERISH with it. You decide to go the opposite way, taking a right from the UGLY DOORS.\n\n<html><center> <img src="https://www.bogleech.com/nausea/tunnel.jpg"> </center></html>\n\nThe TENEBROUS SHAFT stretches on monotonously before you. Your legs ache. The cold, moist air numbs your skin.\n\nYou finally come upon another set of UGLY DOORS. They are INCONCEIVABLY UGLIER than the last.\n\n<html><center><center> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/door2.jpg"> UGH! NASTY!!!!!!!</center></html>\n\nThere is a soft THRUMMING from these doors. Do you dare [[OPEN|UGLIER DOORS]] anything so INDESCRIBABLY HIDEOUS? You know you'll have to TOUCH THEM to do so, don't you?? Maybe you should just [[TURN BACK|FORK]] and see what the ICKY WEIRDO GUY wanted.

With a horrible sputter and a final, meek sigh, the STUPID EYEBALLS retreat into the shadows and the sound of FUZZY SCUTTLING fades into the distance.\n\nThe second LITTLE WEIRD THING shakily rises to its CREEPY FEET\n\n<html><center><table width="500"><tr><td><center> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/milburn11.png"></center> "IT CAN DOESN'T HELP A SCARY ON A FABULOUS DREAM OF LUCK!!! A BEST DAY CAN HAPPEN SOMETIMES"</td></tr></table></center></html>\n\nThe OTHER WEIRD THING ambles out of the shadows, a little DAMPER than usual but otherwise unharmed.\n\n<html><center><table width="700"><tr><td><center> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/milburn4.png"><img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/morag16.png"></center> "HEADFRIENDS, HEADFRIENDS, TWIST ABOUT, HEADFRIENDS, HEADFRIENDS, IN AND OUT, HEADFRIENDS, HEADFRIENDS, RED RED SPOUT!!!"</td></tr></table></center></html>\n\n\nYou no longer feel very NAUSEOUS.\n\nYou feel as though it's time to [[GO HOME]]. You're even starting to remember what that was like, and who you are.

<html><center> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/eyeone.png"> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/eyetwo.png"> \n</center></html>\n\nYou feel a profound sense of FEAR emanating from the DARK THING. It seems soehow SMALLER than you thought it was.\n\nSomehow, you know exactly what you were brought here to do.\n\n<html><center><center> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/morag15.png"> </center></html>\n\nYou grab the FLOPPY GOBLIN THING at your feet, and you HURL IT directly between those GIANT, RIDICULOUS EYES.\n\nYour GROSS FRIEND disappears into some UNSEEN ORIFICE with a SICKENING POP.\n\nThe TUNNEL MONSTER groans like a RUSTY HINGE and its eyes DILATE.\n\nYou back away as you hear what sounds like the thing THROWING UP in the darkness. It reeks of acid, HISSING as it hits the unseen, stony floor.\n\nYou're not sure if you've [[WON]] or not. Maybe now you can safely [[GET THE HELL OUT]] of here.

You follow the DIM GLOW of the WOBBLING PHANTASM for what seems like hours, NAUSEA lapping at your gut as the being idly drones in the back of your consciousness, repetitive and almost cheerful...\n\n\n<html><center><table width="500"><tr><td><center> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/morag1.png"></center> "HEADFRIENDS, HEADFRIENDS, IN AND OUT, HEADFRIENDS, HEADFRIENDS, ROLL ABOUT, HEADFRIENDS, HEADFRIENDS, RED RED SPOUT!!!"</td></tr></table></center></html>\n\nChills scramble down your spine like INTOXICATED CENTIPEDES at the escalating relish and intensity of in the being's formerly cold, monotonous "speech."\n\nWithout warning, the WEIRD THING flops to a halt, cutting short its JAUNTY TUNE just as you were getting INTO IT.\n\n<html><center><center> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/morag8.png"> </center></html>\n\nIt turns in place and stares back at you, still and silent. You feel the NAUSEA rising once more, like a POORLY MANAGED SEPTIC TANK.\n\nFor a moment, you want to [[DESTROY|KILL IT]] or at least [[ESCAPE|OTHER WAY]] this staring, quiet, senseless thing. Allowing the grisly thought to subside, you ponder whether it's somehow reached its [[DESTINATION]] or expects the next move to be YOURS.

<html><center> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/eyeone.png"> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/eyetwo.png"> \n</center></html>\n\nYou find yourself in the grip of a bizarre and spontaneous compulsion.\n\n<html><center><center> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/morag15.png"> </center></html>\n\nYou grab the FLOPPY GOBLIN THING that lead you here, and you HURL IT directly between those GIANT RIDICULOUS EYES.\n\nYour GROSS FRIEND disappears into some UNSEEN ORIFICE with a SICKENING POP.\n\nThe TUNNEL MONSTER groans like a RUSTY HINGE and its eyes DILATE.\n\nYou feel pretty accomplished until a GEYSER OF LIQUID hits you in the face like a BUSTED FIRE HYDRANT. It is CHUNKY and STINKING.\n\nThe thing has PUKED all over you.\n\nYou feel an INDESCRIBABLY HORRID sensation as though your body is suddenly softening and collapsing, which is exactly the case. Your flesh sloughs neatly from your skeleton, which probably looks REALLY STUPID when it just sort of stands there for a while and finally TOPPLES BACKWARD.\n\nIf you could think clearly through the pain and confusion, you would be quite surprised by how long you remain conscious.\n\n

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<html><center> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/eyeone.png"> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/eyetwo.png"> \n</center></html>\n\nGroping frantically in the dark, your hands connect with what feels like a FURRY ROPE. You grasp it tightly in both arms and YANK HARD.\n\nThe LOOMING MONSTROSITY lets out a PATHETIC SQUEAK as the boneless appendage tears free from whatever UNSPEAKABLE SOCKET it was previously attached. You NAUSEA fades slightly.\n\nYou feel the unpleasant tickling of another [[FUZZY TENTACLE]] around your neck. The [[HIDEOUS EYEBALLS]] throb. The [[SLIMY GREMLIN]] who brought you here is now tugging at your leg. \n\n<html><center><table width="500"><tr><td><center> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/morag1.png"></center> "IT CAN SEE IT CAN SEE IT CAN SEE IT CAN SEE IT CAN SEE IT CAN SEE IT CAN SEE IT CAN SEE"</td></tr></table></center></html>\n\nMaybe you should just [[LEAVE]].

An involuntary shudder ripples through your being and you feel driven to get FAR AWAY from the AWFUL LITTLE MONSTER and its NAUSEATING presence.\n\nYou back away slowly and it does not appear to care. Finally you turn and bolt into a mad run, hurtling yourself through the darkness.\n\nYou are fairly certain you have left that WEIRD THING far behind you, until you find yourself approaching a FAMILIAR SHAPE, glowing dimly.\n\n<html><center><center> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/morag8.png"> </center></html>\n\nSomehow, you know this is the same being. It neither moves nor speaks. You're not sure if you should [[FIGHT IT|KILL IT]], turn around and [[KEEP RUNNING]] or give in to whatever it [[WANTS|ASSISTANCE]].

<html><center> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/eyeone.png"> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/eyetwo.png"> \n</center></html>\n\nYou make another grab for one of the thing's WORMY ARMS, only to feel a sudden wave of INTENSE HEAT.\n\n<html><center> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/eyeonered.png"> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/eyetwored.png"> \n</center></html>\n\nThe GROSS EYES turn REDDER as you feel a sudden SEARING AGONY in your own oculars. You claw your face and stumble backwards. \n\nIt feels like your EYEBALLS ARE BOILING.\n\nProbably because they are DOING THAT VERY THING.\n\nYou can only clutch your face and scream as you are dragged into the darkness and SLOPPILY MASTICATED by rows and rows of churning jaws.

<html><center> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/eyeone.png"> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/eyetwo.png"> \n</center></html>\n\nYou swing a fist into one of the UNSEEN THING'S incredibly large DUMB EYEBALLS. It feels like punching a PEELED GRAPE. Gross!\n\nIt reacts with only a pitiful, soft MEWLING. It is like a SAD KITTEN only MORE AWFUL. It seems to SHRINK slightly.\n\nYou feel another [[FUZZY TENTACLE]] coiling around your leg. You still have another clear shot at an [[EYEBALL]] if that's the sort of thing you're into. That [[PALE HOMUNCULUS|EERIE GOBLIN]] who got you into this mess is pawing at your waist with its STICKY HANDS. Eugh!\n\n<html><center><table width="500"><tr><td><center> <img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/morag1.png"></center> "TASTY HEADFRIENDS ITCHY HEADFRIENDS ITCHY TASTY TASTY BESTFRIENDS"</td></tr></table></center></html>\n\nIt's never really too late to [[LEAVE]], you know.

You succumb to an ANIMALISTIC PANIC, your hands clenching around the EERIE FIGURE. It is small. Its body feels cold, gelatinous and UNPLEASANTLY OILY.\n\nIts BUZZING THOUGHTS intrude aggressively upon your mind like a swarm of WEIRD BEES. You feel NAUSEATED. Moreso than even makes sense.\n\n<html><center><table width="500"><tr><td> <center><img src="https://bogleech.com/nausea/wavy3.gif"></center> "EXPRESSED BY HAND THERE COME A HEADFRIENDS HEADFRIENDS KITO BIG LUMINOUS THE BIG THE BIG THE BIG"</td></tr></table></center></html>\n\nThe droning seems to violate your mind and permeate your being, drowning out all conscious and rational thought. The NAUSEA intensifies. The DISTURBINGLY LARGE HEAD swells even larger, enormous pustules bulging from what you misinterpreted as eyes.\n\nYou want the thing to [[DIE]], and at the same time, you [[DON'T]].\n\n

Jonathan Wojcik