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Originally Posted by Willow
I swear to god if I cut my egg and it ends up dying I'm going to hunt every one of you down that told me to cut and murder the hell out of you.
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Quote:
Originally Posted by Willow
Nope, haven't cut it....fighting the urge with every ounce of strength I have haha
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Willow, I'm going to help.
Imagine making that slit - carefully, oh so carefully - just a nice safe little window...maybe not even big enough to tell for certain what's inside, but you don't want to risk making it bigger. You looked, now you are going to torture yourself by waiting for the baby to emerge. Then, a day or two later when you open the incubator to gaze in at the precious, you see a movement that first draws you in for a closer look....then makes you gasp in revulsion.
MAGGOTS!! The fluid in the egg teeming with them.
Fighting the urge to slam the incubator closed and wash your eyes out with bleach, you steel yourself for battle. Wad up some paper towel, and do your best to scoop out them out of the egg; seeing more and more of the fluid spilling out each time. You have to make the cut bigger, because they've spread so far that you just can't get them otherwise. After what seems like an hour (but is actually only a few minutes), you call the job done. You did it!! You saved the egg, but the image of those maggots haunts you for the rest of the day, and fills your dreams that night. Finally, in the first light of morning, you find yourself standing at the incubator; taking that deep breath before you look again. You pop the lid on the egg box, and the substrate is just crawling with them...as is THE EGG. Imagine your stomach churning, as you see that little lesser enchi twitching against the movement of the maggots - trapped, and unable to crawl away because he isn't ready to hatch - and wonder WHY you had to know.
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