(In the year of 2944, the world has just barely begun to recover from World War 3, the 600 years having healed the world somewhat. The beginnings of cities next to feudal villages can be found on the desolate surface, 24th Century technology mixing with the various eras across time - Out in the dry oilflats of a post-war Midwestern America, few things come out to the hostile plains of cracked salt plates soaked with black gold. What do come out normally aren't too notable, the odd mining caravan digging up blocks of blackened salt to sell off to some start-up to process into proper petroleum - The occasional government outpost to help rehabilitate the region back to the former glory of the United States)

While simply camping out, you hear the quiet crunching of.... something outside - Looking outside, it appears to be a coyote, already growling at you, but not even a moment after you turn back to reach for a weapon, you hear it yelp before going completely silent

Peeking back outside, lit by the soft glow of a smoldering firepit, is the coyote's remains, picked clean, and with the culprit still there as you turn a flashlight to the now clean ribcage

Clinging to the bones is a sort of grey mycelium, webbing out to connect to the "Host" system - To the left of the ribcage, it connects to a pale-skinned head with hair of a faint mint, pouting as the eyes turn to you - To the right is presumably the body that belongs to the head, wearing a mint green hoodie and a pair of knee high rainboots, dark green in color - The neck appears to be currently sprouting grey tendrils, flicking about as they seek connection to the head

The head frowns before speaking in a sort of childish tone, pouting heavily

"Can I eat without a weirdo looking at me?"