distraught is dire

claymores
  -or-
stray-shots

i finally climbed out of the pit (incidentally, it was slattern red in many places, a detail i strained to recognize and remember) and resumed my investigation. the chemistry of the rocks infused me on a cellular level. i am/was genetically modified.
 
i essentially codified my plan of attack while climbing. although i had been trapped, i still believe stealth and acuity will play major roles. the adjointments were simply too much. an adjunct would simply list the 5 reasons for my dissenscion, but i remain human and set up a tent in my mental attic. the ties that bound have started to surround; swerve.