[h1] [center][color=red][b]Attack on Pasta[/b][/color] [/center] [/h1]
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	Everything was a blur, what was like a voice in the back of his head seemed to only grow louder with each focus. As he was sprinting, the sight of Allison triggered a desire to burn her alive, had he not exhausted his breath moments prior he may have not been able to resist this sudden urge. Regardless Chris tried to stay focused, the growing lust for destruction accelerated through his head, for a moment he didn't even notice that he was on the plate of the monster as he had been so caught up in the rush of the moment. This temporary distraction gave enough room for the tentacle monster to latch three of its noodles onto Chris's torso, wrapping around him like a serpent. The feeling of noodles wrapping around and trying to lift Chris brought him back into focus, the desire of destruction wasn't lost, but rather redirected from human civilization and livelihood to the monster that dared threaten him.

	Chris let out another tremendous roar, his torch-like eyes glaring at the noodles grabbing him and trying to lift him off of the plate. Despite the strength of the noodles, Chris would thrash about violently in its grasp, especially his still-bleeding tail. The aggressive motions combined with his rigged scales was enough to tear through the noodles, two of them severing . Freed Chris would proceed to dig his claws to sever several noodles that were hanging onto the plate before he would bash his horned skull onto the giant plate with brute force out of blind fury. The plate didn't shatter, as if enraged by the lack of destruction, Chris let out another roar, almost standing upright on the moving plate and nearly loosing his balance.

	The monster took advantage of Chris's growing wild demeanor, five noodles would launch forward that ensnared Chris and lifted him off of the dinner plate. This was easy for the monster as Chris was already on the verge of falling. The moment Chris was lifted off of the plate he would go into a fit of rage, trying to claw and bite at the noodles which by now more noodle-arms were being applied to keep him still. White blood, at least that is what it seemed like, flew out from the noodles as Chris violently tore through them. Once again escaping the grasp of the monster as he fell to the ground, a single limp noodle was in his mouth. He was tempted to consume it, but his conscience had finally grabbed the reigns of his new form and spat away the delicious over sized pasta. After all Chris had no idea if there was anything dangerous about ingesting such a beast. His eyes locked to the recovering monster, scraping his claw against the dirt like a bull about to charge.[/indent]