Try to run.

As you look up at the creature, you feel a deep instinct surge up within. It tells you only one thing: this thing is bad news, and you need to run.

So with every circuit and implant and plate on your legs, you burst into a full sprint. The thrusters in your calve and the rotators in your quads are working overdrive to carry you faster than you've ever gone before. For sure, you'll lose this beast.

Well, that is until you feel the faintest slime slowly work up your arm. Before you can react, the slimy rope becomes taught and reels you in like a fishing line. You glance over your shoulder with panic overriding your normal functioning, watching as underneath the flab of that monster, hundreds of lithe tentacles just like the one that grabbed a hold of you is slowly approaching. Some of them with mouths, others with different shaped heads.

As you assess the situation, your mind tries to come up with a response....

(R)