PETRIVORE

Something is growing in the dish. It starts as a pale speck with two dots for eyes. By the end of a run it fills the screen — a laser burning out of one eye, horns crackling, quills down its back and you can point at every part of it and remember choosing it. Your build has a body Nothing here is a number on a sheet. Every mutation is drawn on the creature. It grows the eye. It stands up on legs. It sprouts the tail that leaves acid behind it. Never the same thing twice What you can grow widens every time you come back, so the creature you end this run with is not the one you ended the last one with, and not the one waiting in the next.