Friday, October 09, 2020

From the Pits

It crawls forth from the deep recesses of the pits below. An abomination. A cretinous monstrosity formed of the suffering of the damned, doomed to Aufstrag.  It hangs there. Motionless. Watching you through the hollow white globes of eyes that bear no intelligence or purpose of intent....



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