Though more and more slugs tear into the black mass, and you even catch a few of the tentacles, the thing suffers no apparent ill effect. Three of the lines reach your legs, and rub against them.
You flinch and jerk away, but more of the things whip towards your exposed flesh, and where they touch your skin burns. More and more of them wrap around your legs, and though you fire incessantly into the mass they do not stop.
Soon you can no longer see your skin, nor receive any feeling from the nerves there. You realise that they are numbing you, and the sensation is spreading. Within moments your arms grow slack, and slump down into the morass.
The intoxication reaches your brain, and you begin to wonder why you even care. Soon a black haze is falling over your eyes - or is it the tentacles reaching up? Your body is slowly dragged downwards towards the black thing, and you lose consciousness.
Needless to say, your fleshless bones never wake up again.
Go back and try something else.