[Salone]

Oozes. Oh human gods, Dan hated oozes. He loathed them.

What did oozes do to you, Dan? Tell us.

Dan didn't want to remember. Dan didn't want to remember how happy he had been when he had found a Fernhound pup. He didn't want to remember how he had taken him in, tried to raise him. He didn't want to remember that fateful night that he heard the gurgling, the schloomp of something being absorbed in to a viscous liquid. He didn't want to remember running to see what had made the noise and seeing his little Fernhound pup floating awkwardly inside the ooze, attempting to bark and not being able to. He had watched as the little form went still. He remembered trying to tear the ooze away and not being able to find purchase or grip, until he finally ate the ooze off of the little dog. It was disgusting. It hurt and was raw and burned as it went down, but it was all for his little dog. All for his little Baskins.

His tiny body was limp. Dan had tried to do CPR, but his horns made it nearly impossible to get to the little dog's body. He had awkwardly tried to squeeze the dog through their curves, barely fitting him in between as precious seconds oozed away. He breathed through little Baskins' mouth, trying to force the ooze out of his poor little lungs. But it was too late. He hadn't been fast enough. He had been an awful, neglectful owner, and now little Baskins was dead. What was worse was now the lifeless tiny body was stuck, tangled awkwardly between the Charr's horns. Dan had cried, tears matting the fur of the little dog. It was a night he would never forget, trying to remove the body from his horns and failing, staring at his neglect made manifest for hours as he attempted to fight against the settling rigor mortis. It was a night that would burn through his mind for the rest of his life.

But there was more, wasn't there Dan?

Dan also remembered the bits of ooze he had eaten, the incredibly painful bowel trouble he had experienced for a week afterwards. Another thing he would never forget.

"Human gods-damned oozes! They just take, and take, and don't even realize they're doing it! No more!"

With a scream he unslung his turret, slotting in the Flame modules before slamming it down in front of the oozes. It was time for them to experience the painful burning they had inflicted upon him oh so long ago.

You are horrible, Dan.