37 DIY 2 (1/2)

At first, I had to know what parts of my body I could remove without much trouble. I could simply pull out my hair and I did not feel anything in that regard. I could pull out all my nails from hand or feet, though due the number of nerves that are located on such spots great reluctance came over me at first.

Those were the things, that could be tested without any lasting repercussions for my future. If things went down south it would not affect my chances of survival. But each other test I could make regarding the organs of my body might have negative permanent effects, Normally I would have to consider what kind of changes to expect because it seems impossible to expect a perfect replica. After all, even though my skin looks the same as before, it is oddly resistant to blunt trauma and I have lost the level of nerf sensitivity I had before.

But what is holding me back anyway? There is no family, no friends in this world, those connections died with my very first death. I doubt that I have any ties to this world in the first place. My life is a daily struggle, monsters and players are fighting me endlessly if given a chance. I am just the frog at the bottom of the dwell. I have no idea on the scale of power I might face in the future.

This is not a life worth living. My standards for a good life are higher, then just being alive. I do not want to crawl for the rest of my life, keeping my head low all the time. I do not want a life, where I am doomed to just watch from the sidelines. If I let my doubts take the best of me, how would I ever be worthy of the name I chose for myself, the conviction it stands for.

Death is an open door, I will have to through it sooner or later anyway. While I was busy contemplating my fate once again, I subconsciously began to rip out my hair. After shoving all the distractive thoughts aside, I was quite perplexed as I looked at the small hill that was my hair in front of me. After checking the hair that was left on my hair, I felt relieved. Now I know I will not go bald if I continuously rip out my hair.

I was quite curious what kind of special effect, would my newly grown hair have. Would it get razor sharp or would it grow longer and become more durable? As I pulled out hair over and over again, to see what kind of effect it will induce. I started to wonder why I was not feeling any difference. If it became harder to pull out the hair, due to the roots of the hair becoming stronger, then even though it would have been a huge disappointment, it still would have been understandable.

But as the pile of hair grew, so did the question marks in my mind. I started to rip more and more hairs off and the interval between each grab became shorter and shorter. But the hair always came back and I still felt no change.Come on, there has to be at least something, but it was as if the hair blatantly refused that notion.

So I was stuck in this endless loop, a struggle to feel some kind of change. I could only see hair in front of my eyes, I could not see any trees any soil. There was only my stupid hair, just regrowing all the time. It kept on growing back, there was no end to, but here I was expecting something to change. Doing the same thing over and over again sure is a sign of madness. The only positive side effect is that I will not have worry about turning bold if I ever get old.

While grappling a giant handful patch of hair and trying to feel if there is any difference in the skin, I noticed that I grabbed hair again. I might have missed grabbing the same spot in my state of confusion. So I started anew but this time I made sure to put my other hand right onto it after I have pulled it out. Expecting to feel skin instead, I felt the hair regrowing in an insane speed full of vigour.

For fuck's sake out all possibilities, my mutation is that my hair will regrow faster and faster the more it has been pulled out. Well, what a really great mutation, that is. Now I finally found some stuff to burn, I am only required to rip out my hair for the rest of my pitiful life for a fire that might last longer than 5 minutes. Using it as a rope, what an excellent plan, how could a really durable thread of a spider compare to such short hair.

After receiving a gigantic middle finger, I decided to seek my salvation elsewhere. If the kind of mutation is depending on the primary reason for its change, then I may be forced to change my approach to this. If the blunt trauma I received was the cause, for it to adapt in that way, then I have to consider how to hurt myself in order to improve my bodily functions. But that theory seems to have some big holes in it if I remember the first wound I received were bite marks, followed by gashes left by the sharp claws of a wolf. If I look even further back, upon letting the bugs consume those subordinates, the metabolism of my body got faster and it felt stronger. My path of development might have been set in stone then and there.

Though the uselessness of my hair left me quite disappointed, I did not let it bring me down. So I started to search for the next area to painstakingly evolve, to see how and what will change. Well, let me try what happens to my nails if I remove them over and over again. Will, there be a difference between the ones on my hands and the ones on my feet?

After repeating the process I underwent previously to determine the current use of my hair, I began to notice there were slight similarities on hand and feet. I would not turn into an X-men famous for his claws, but my fingernail became a lot sharper and pointed. It looked like a much smaller version of the moles I fought against before. If I ever had planned to dig a long tunnel those things would sure come in handy. The ones on my feet were looking more like the claws of the wolf. at least they can serve some kind of purpose.