text: [Themes: sci-fi, humor, socially important]
  
  Your body moves of its own accord, controlled by the creature inside you. When your head turns it's the creature. When you walk it's the creature. Every action your body does is being controlled like a puppeteer controlling a puppet. You cant scream or cry or anything because the creature won't let you.
  
  You eventually zone back into reality and try to figure out where you are. Your in a some kind of meeting room. A rectangular wooden table is in the centre of the room and coffee mugs line the outside. About eight comfortable leather chairs are situated around the table each containing humans. At the end of the table is what looks like a fourteen-year-old boy. He is wearing black sunglasses and appears entirely relaxed.
  
  In the other chairs are apparently unrelated people who wouldn't normally mix in society. A Doctor, a tough looking man from military intelligence section 5, your local headmaster, sky news official, a politician, and unbelievably a person from the specialist operation branch metropolitan police service, a homeless person and Jared. They are in the middle of a discussion when you walk into the room.
  
  "A9 what's the situation with the NHS? What percentage of the workforce have you got under your control?" The 14-year-old asks.
  
  "82% we are making good progress sir, we have managed to infiltrate the nurses and have gained full control over the doctors and social receptionists." The middle aged doctor replies.
  
  "Good, good. What about you C3?"
  
  "We have almost all the editors and about half the reporters who actually arrive on scene sir." The sky news official confidently mentions.
  
  "B12?"
  
  "Well, we are having a bit of trouble A4, the MI5 agents always move in teams and they know something's up. They think Russia is have infiltrated the company but we have managed to keep our existence secret. We have lost a couple of our insectizilla's in the process but A9 has managed to silence anybody that they have sent to the hospitals that aren't our people." The MI5 official has beads of sweat on his face and his jaw tenses nervously as he says this.
  
  The 14-year-old who is apparently called A4 glares at the MI5 official and asks in a very serious tone. "Bring me your subordinate, NOW!" As he barks the last word he thumps his hand on the table. Everybody tenses up and avoids all eye contact with the teenager. The MI5 official called B12 whips out his iphone and quickly dials a number. "Get in here now, no it can't be avoided. I don't care if it's your host's birthday we need you now. Would you prefer if I hand the phone over to A4? " As he mentions A4 the person on the other end of the phone decides to stop arguing and B12 puts the phone down. "It is done A4, he is on his way"
  
  A4, careful not to misplace his spiked gelled hair then nods at a armed man in a suit who is standing in the corner of the room. The armed man immediately pulls out a pistol and fires it at the MI5 official. B12 as he is called slumps over the table instantly and blood fly's everywhere. The bullet has gone through the bottom of the skull and exited out the top. The bullet lodges itself in the metallic walls and stays there. An insectizilla crawls down the nostril of the man and proceeds to move blindly on the table. A4 calmly impales the creature with his pen, which is in his hand.
  
  "I assume C3 that this mans death will not reach the media?" The teenager waves his hand around the scene whilst looking at the sky news reporter.
  
  "No A4 most definitely not" he replies
  
  "Anyway, moving on. C7 and C8 what's going on with that university?" A4 calmly asks in his adolescent voice.
  
  "The teachers have been taken and I have given C7 some power as a prefect" The headmaster replies.
  
  "C8 is correct and I have begun infestation on the rugby team. The team has allowed me to physically manhandle students into bathrooms or small-unoccupied areas and perform further infestations. In fact here is a low ranking insectizilla in a newly acquired host right now. I proudly announce BA4627" Jared points at you smiles.
  
  "Right good, yup whatever, Jared he is your property and your subordinate. I have to infiltrate my newly acquired host's parents, so lets wrap this up. My host's parents are so easily foiled by their genetically related child it shouldn't take long. I am so glad I transferred out of that 81 year-old into a nice new young and energetic teenager. Next meeting is in a week's time. Inform the new MI5 guy of the duties I expect him to do."
  
  You have several options:
  
  If you have resisted infestation before and have gained a name for yourself you can:
  
  You can try to convince A4 not to infest his parents but he may not listen
  
  If you have communicated with the creature inside you , you can:
  
  Try to persuade your insectizilla that's in your head controlling you to have a break and go feed.
  
  For those players who haven't done either of the above you just going to have to let the insectizilla make that choice for you I'm afraid.
  
  > have no choice
  The insectizilla controlling you leads you back to the flat. You are with Jared. You now understand why Jared has been so weird all of a sudden. It's because of the insectizilla inside his head. With a insectizilla inside your head as well you begin to act strange. Like whenever Jack asks a question that requires us to remember something, the insectizilla inside our brain has to dig down into our memory and find the information. But it doesn't take long, only a couple of seconds or so. But you beg silently in your head that Jack will notice and run away. Leave this town and never come back. But he doesn't.
  
  One night you and Jared come into his room and pin him down while he is asleep. He wakes up but he is much weaker than Jared let alone me as well. You pin one of his legs down while reaching for a insectizilla in the jar with one of your hands. You then release it under his nose and let the insectizilla do the rest. Jack is one of them. Your insectizilla inside you manages to get promoted to M9. He loses some of his digits and becomes more powerful. He eventually leaves your body and gains a more powerful host. But it doesn't make any difference to you because you are given a new insectizilla, just a lower ranking one. You spend the rest of your days being controlled by the alien species. You eventually become to old to become useful anymore and you are killed.