Granted, I am a mere explorer on this alien world but I shall very soon make my mark.
Around me, the cold white extends as far as my field of vision can reach.
I shall call upon my reserves of guile and play the conqueror to spite this pitiless adversary, this barren, dead landscape.
Some time ago a curious four-leg went past, sniffing.
I shot out my pink, gelatinous limbs and absorbed its essence.
And now I am a dog, running and hunting.
Soon the men will come and it will be their turn.
Then I shall engulf the world.
A tribute of course to The Thing