IC: I just lay around carving drawings in the walls with the shadows, but they just dissipate, leaving nothing but the defensive sigils that were already there. At that moment, I get an idea.
I think hard about the shadows forming into the shape of a pickaxe. The shadows curling around my hand do likewise. 'Amazing,' I breathe. Every day I do something new with the shadows.
The pick is rather heavy, but I can just about lift it. I swing it at the wall, and the sigils carved into the walls glow a bright blue. The second my shadow pick hits the wall, it dissolves, the shadows return to the room, and I get thrown backwards into the opposite wall. I taste blood and notice a tooth lying on the floor.
In anger, I throw a shadow at the light above me. I hear a loud bang, sparks fly, shards of glass rain down on me. Darkness floods my vision. It's beautiful...
A tingling sensation suddenly appears in my abdomen. Tingling turns to tickling, tickling turns to twisting, twisting turns to aching, aching turns to burning. I cry out as the sensation spreads to my legs, my arms, my head. My brain burns, so painful, so awful. I just want to crawl into a hole and die. I feel my consciousness slipping away... So tired... Mmm... Zzzzzzz.....
