Scally Bomb (Patreon)

Despite everything, he could only smile at them, himself included. Apparently the explosion, or whatever it was, had not only made them all look the same, down to haircuts and clothes. Not only did they sound the same when they spoke. They also acted the same. The same mannerisms, and, he suspected, a lot of what was going on inside their heads were pretty similar too. He certainly could feel it. His mind clouded with unfamiliar feelings, thoughts and urges.