The Baptism (interlude #3)

Reaching the river, I found a shroom demon waiting... 

He was wearing a cheap human flesh suit and holding a bucket. I said that baptisms should be done in fire, but he claimed that ice water would be more ironic. Plus, water doesn't hurt the spores, supposedly. While pouring the shit on me, he said: ''It's very important that you find and define yourself.'' Under the freezing cold water, I turned blue. I lit a cigarette to balance things out and when I looked up, the shroom demon was gone. I spent the rest of the night puking my guts out thinking about what was said. The prick forgot to give me a name.