Muse

Muse is a disease originally isolated in Devon, and created by three people, however millions currently suffer from its effects.

Conditions of Muse

• Showbiz: You get sunburn, then get unintendedly exhibited in the muscle museum where you become sober inside a cave from falling down to your escape. That was so much overdue. Hate this, and it will love you.
• Origin of Symmetry: You get new born, then see bliss for the second time, then you start to feel good, but then you feel bad and retire for space dementia. You become a screenager, and then get (citizen) erased.
• Absolution: You endlessly age after reading the small print, probably because of those butterflies and hurricanes. Time is running out, so sing for absolution and then get Stockholm Syndrome to fall away. With you. There's a blackout, mass hysteria ensues, and then you find out that everything is ruled by secrecy.
• Black Holes (ampersand) Revelations: Take a bow, because the starlight is being sucked into a supermassive black hole. You write a soldier's poem, think you're invincible, but then you get killed by an assassin. He takes you to the city of delusion, and then to a hoodoo. THOU ART A SON OF CYDONIA!
• The Resistance: You lead the uprising, then satisfy someone's undisclosed desires, then you act as a guiding light to MK Ultra, because you belong to them. Then you choose exogenesis and get saved.
• The 2nd Law: Madness is bad for you. So is supremacy. Follow me to the panic station, where survival is imminent. Animals and explorers will be coming too. SAVE ME! No, I won't. You're already in a liquid state, and in a moment it'll be a big freeze. You're unsustainable. This is an isolated system.
• Drones: You feel dead inside, because a drill sergeant was yelling at you and making you, so to speak a Bat Fuck Logistics psycho. You beg for mercy, but JFK's corpse is trying to make you a defector. The aftermath leads to a revolt, and then the globalist kills you. With drones. And your family.
• [currently untitled]: You dig down, because a clown has taken the throne, and God was looking the other way. Oh, and religion is poisoning your mind as well. Sadly the full effects of this strain of Muse have not been researched in full yet.

Other rare Muse forms require you (in order), to say 'Yes please!' to being forced in and agitated in a coma with your host, Jimmy Kane. Are you ashamed? Yes. The execution commentary leads you to examine a map of your head, then you can't take your eyes off your twin. At recess, you shine and there is a shrinking universe and the gallery will lead you to get into the groove, and fury, where the spiral (static) is eating your plans for futurism. This clearly leads to easily crying shame. Who knows who? Sadly these strains have disappeared in past weeks.