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!wImXn9Y2hw 05/12/09(Tue)20:40 No.4539267>>4539211 You descend into the dark tunnel, the only visible light coming from biolumiescent moss and your own torches. All of a sudden, you hear a skittering noise, followed by FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD MEAT MEAT FOOD MEAT FOOD MEAT FOOD MEAT in an unholy chorus, a hundred inhuman voices, screaming in unison. Then, you see them, their bodies are fat, sluglike, with more legs than you can count, and, on their heads are a ring of red eyes, all around a mouth that is nothing but teeth, clacking together as the chanting continues, the creatures swarming from every hole.
"I shoot an arrow at one."
The arrow hits, breaking their soft flesh and bringing out a slimy ichor. The chanting becomes frenzied, as the injured monstrosity attempts to eat it's own wound, it's allies more than happy to help. There is a swarm of fleshy bodies, a clacking of teeth and then, there's nothing left of the injured creature but a smear of Ichor, on the walls, on the ceiling, on the floor, on the faces of it's companions.
The chant renews, and more are approaching. |