A

Red 130
is for ANTS
crawling under
your skin.
See them burst
out and creep
back within!

hout the
I heard a sound like
add up my life, and wit
pounds of
I got clean enough to somebody dropping fifty
d rehab.Calling
ale
tot
it
raw liver.scI
n,
ai
br
looked
my
over,
ng
and
the fat guy had just opened
junkie math rambli
at St. Vics. After
a bedclimb
up along his
me
t
middl
go
I
e.
His
,
guts
had
were
I
ing out, his
in the last favor
the paper robe off,
king
ta
stomach-a
d
an
m
wet
pink
roo
sack
ke
lifte
ta
d
on
coils
in
e
of intestine-came
th
stripping in
down the beige
ng
ppi
lo
-f
ip
free with a
fl
us
wet
uo
pop.
rt
It
dragg
vi
g
ed
its
in
colon
ck
across
fu
the fat
y
ett
I felt pr
e, the creepy
er
th
t
go
I
mans bed
me
ti
sheet
e
,
leavi
th
ng
a
trail of shit as it headed right
hall to my room. But by
hing
towards me.woken up and started nibbling and stretc
crawlers had
Thing about the ants is, stress-stress like seeing a
under my skin.
mans gutssccomin
g atra
tchthat way-makes the itching so much
you
Scratch ratch sc
that looked like a
yfelt
worse. I dug
e--a gu
miuntil
myin
finge
roo
rs
in
my
,
I
the skin inside my
ed
lk
wa
I
en
Wh
ching TV. I wondered
wat
in
wrists andma
as
-w
arms
btear
tu
open,
hot
and
god,
a
oh
god the relief from
jello mold de in
ering his size, he
nsid
Co
that itch as

m.
they
hi
all
in
poure
s
d
out
ow
and
out,
all
vicious and shiny,
hm
if he had mars
e.
er
the color of at
th
in
my
w
blood.
They sniffed out fresh meat and
least a fe
probably had
gutrot, and
I
sudde
Weed?
nly
k.
it was deliAnyway, I had to as could smell it too. God, ed
ourt order . Rehab
C
.
cious. When
led
uck
they
ch
start
he
ed
eatin
as
g
the
fat
mans guts, the
Jello-guy shook
at?
ke th
li
snowfall hush
it
sh
of
of
a
d
millio
ar
n
little
he
legs
er
and
ev
jaws was drowned
o
for weed? Wh
?
re
he
e
in
ch
ma
by a gurgling
k
ac
screa
sn
e the innards, wet andfl
from
atulent.
Anything good inm th
y change. Thing
an
ve
ha
I
But by then
at
th
I
t
was
runni
No

ng,
and Im so, so glad the ants
Peanuts and shit.
ke one
cant show me
en I sat down, it was li
wh
what
me
they
at
see.
d
ke
is, the way he loo
s the dog like
e the castaway cat see
of those cartoons wher
.
hes a giant pork chop
I didnt
ke they always do, so
,
The ants kept me up li
oring
ster Jiggles started sn
really mind it when Mi
s, watching
st sat up chewing mint
later that night. I ju
ratching,
on ESPN 89, and kept sc
the lumberjack games
fat guy started
. Not long after the
ng
hi
tc
ra
sc
,
ng
hi
tc
scra

Black 3

AC

AC

Red 129

he
hout t
nd wit
ife, a
After

.
b
a
h
up my l
led re
s.
to add
it tota
. Vic
nough
lean e
d at St
brain,
I got c
ot a be
ing my
er
crambl
, and g
he pap
math s
r I had
king t
t favo
and ta
junkie
s
ing
m
a
pp
l
oo
o
e
r
l
g in th
flip-f
intake
e,
callin
t ther
in the
rtuous
o
i
g
g
v
n
I
i
g
n
i
stripp
e time
h
y fuck
g and
After
ut by t
t prett
B
l
e
.
ibblin
ff, I f
rted n
my room
o
t
robe o
nd sta
ge hall
en up a
he bei
ad wok
h
s
down t
rawler
eepy c
g
skin.
n
y
i
the cr
h
c
nder m
in wat
hing u
ratch
ie was
. I
stretc
tch sc
my room
ot tub
h
,
a
h scra
he room
ade in
s
Scratc
into t
mold m
ing hi
walked
a jello
nsider
o
When I
d like
him. C
ad to
t looke
ows in
e. I h
uy tha
rshmall
n ther
i
TVa g
w
e
f
had ma
a
e
t
ed if h
t leas
a
ab
d
a
h
wonder
d. Reh
bably
ordere
he pro
Court
size,
ckled.
Weed?
hat?
he chu
ask.
like t
ook as
guy sh
f shit
?
eard o
Jellong
e here
ever h
machin
. Thi
snack
d? Who
change
e
in the
ve any
for wee
a
d
ike on
h
l
ing goo
that I
it was
e
Anyth
. Not
down,
t
t
i
e
h
s
s
og lik
when I
ts and
s the d
Peanu
d at me
cat see
y
e looke
astawa
e way h
e the c
r
e
t
is, th
oons wh
I didn
e cart
do, so
.
of thos
k chop
always
r that
r
y
o
e
p
h
t
g late
giant
, like
snorin
hes a
lumber
t me up
arted
e
h
t
ts kep
guy st
ching
The an
jelloing,
s, wat
t when
g mint
cratch
mind i
ing, s
chewin
h
really
oring,
sat up
scratc
ted sn
I just
d kept
n
a
,
y star
9
night.
fat gu
ESPN 8
n
er the
ames o
ng aft
jack g
Not lo

snoring, I heard a sound like somebody dropping fifty

pounds of raw liver. I looked over, and the fat guy had
just
opened up along his middle, unzipping throat to groin
like
a body-bag. His guts were climbing out, his stomach--a
wet
pink sack lifted on coils of intestine--came free with
a wet
pop. It dragged its colon across the fat mans bed sheet
,
leaving a trail of shit as it headed right towards me.

Thing about the ants is, stress--stress like seeing a

mans guts coming at you that way--makes the itching
so much
worse. I dug my fingers in until I felt the skin insid
e my
wrists and arms tear open, and god, oh god the relief
from
that itch as they all poured out and out, vicious and
shiny,
the color of my blood. They sniffed out fresh meat and
gutrot, and I suddenly could smell it too. God, it was
delicious. When they started eating the fat mans guts,
the
snowfall hush of a million little legs and jaws was drown
ed
by a gurgling scream from the innards, wet and flatulent.

But by then I was running, and Im so, so glad the ants

cant show me what they see.

What can i do?

AS

Youre a living, breathing hive, an anthill. You really do have bugs under your skin.
If someone cut you in half, theyd see all the little tunnels and chambers like the
ant-farm you had as a kid. When reality flinches back from you and you bleed, the
ants come and swarm. Even outside your body, its like theyre part of you. You can
taste what they taste, smell what they smell, feel what they feel. When you try and see
what they see though, youre brain reelsthe output from a million little compound
eyes jacked through your visual cortex like a bad mushroom trip.
Bleed till your head swims and the room sways around you, and youll cover every
surface and everybody around you with your ants, soaking in all the sensory input.
Or, if youre chugging a 64-ounce cup of Haterade for somebody, you can sic the
little bastards on him and just sit back as they bite and chew, burrow and glut, gorge
on meat and blood. When they crawl back under your skin, you feel like you just ate
a big, satisfying meal.

Black 4

A
S
AC

Red 127
(1-2 dice) Scratch your skin open and let trickle a few hundred ants out. Thats
enough to aggravate or hurt someone, taste and feel something the size of an
armchair, or give you a jump on danger in your immediate surroundings
(3-4 dice) Rip and tear your skin open to pour the ants out. This is enough to cover
up a tasteful living room set,gnaw a man to death in moments, or spread out
and let you feel, smell, and taste everything in a whole house.
(5-6 dice) Slash yourself open suicide style and the ants burst out like arterial spray.
Wholly devour a room full of helpless, screaming people to death. Spread out
and lick the whole neighborhood. Cover a house, inside and out, with bloodcolored ants with poison stings.

AC

How does it break me?

FightItch, bite, crawl, creep, wriggle, tickle... its driving you fucking crazy, and
the only way to deal with the feeling of being inhabited is to beat the motherfucking shit out of something. Worse yet, if you keep your cool, the ants soak
up the stifled rage, until you cant keep them inside anymore, and your sores
burst open, you puke wriggly red gouts. Deny it however you like, but when
they do horrible things to people, you love it.
FlightThe ants are jerking at your skin, pulling you, trying to run off without you.
It feels like your skin is going to rip open and run off without you, leaving you
naked and dripping. Better keep up with it.

How do I change?
The more madness you embrace, the more the crawling sensation stops being a mere
sensation. Goosbumps rise on your skin, but dont go awayinstead, they move
around like a rat under a rug. When the madness takes root, the sores and wounds on
your arms and legs stop closing up. They become little raw holesant holes.

What am I becoming?

AS

When you scratch and gouge yourself until youre nothing but a walking, meaty hive,
becoming a vehicle for the ants tunneling through your flesh, driven by pain and self
loathing until you crave nothing so much as spreading it around a bit. Something
about you elicits confessionpeople unburden themselves of their foulest secrets
and failings, and then you pick them apart. If you cant do this emotionally, then
cover them in ants and do it physically. Youve become an Agony Ant.

Black 6

a headtrip for DONT REST YOUR HEAD by benjamin BAUGH

george COTRONIS ryan MACKLIN fred HICKS

DONT
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