Talk:Dryad/@comment-68.146.68.220-20140519235008

So after a long period of being imprisoned in a cage the size of a tree, you get to be her immobilized, crippled, food source. Where you can spend the rest of the time that a magical dryad tree naturally lives--presumably hundreds of years as a minimum--having your organs converted to insensate plant matter. Losing your central nervous system last seems the obvious way for this to go, since brain cells have a very slow replacement rate and low metabolism, but after it too starts to be slowly replaced by ordinary wood you will be aware of your own thoughts degrading and your "self" slipping away, one layer at a time, knowing that you will be trapped in this horror until you are only a dryad's personal insensate tree. You are comforted by the fact that as a dryad's tree, you make the BEST MAPLE SYRUP EVER.

>disposition: Gentle

I'd prefer the fucking spiders, at least I'd get eaten rather than trapped in an And I Must Scream situation.