[ as you all contemplate your individual mortality, semi-rejuvenated thanks to temenos' healing magic, you might hear a very distant dripping noise. it's thick, not like splashes of water, but splashes of goop. bloody, meaty water with a translucent membrane begins to seep in through the edges of the concrete. there's a distinct burning scent to it as well...
as though maybe it's devouring its way through the stone towards you.
you didn't think you left the monster behind in the concrete cave-in, did you? and before you think this is going to be a slow process that could afford you time to make a choice of leaping to your potential dooms, don't worry. i'm making that decision for you. one palm-sized block of concrete just spurts out of place, hitting the opposite wall as a gush of the fluid enters in the way of a tentacle, another also enters, clambering in greedily after it. like a person trying to lick the inside of a container to get the dregs of their delicious meal, this thing is pissed that you thought you could get away.
the feeling of hate permeates, radiates.
and then explodes as concrete bursts forth from the cave-in, and the creature (if you can even call it - it's a mass of faces and necks and heads, eyes rolling, mouths lolling. your rest is done, because this thing is sweeping its large tentacle in and just like a petulant cat...
smacking you all straight into the pit.
what's it like? for you to fall
and fall
and fall
and fall?
how do you fall? loudly and windmilling? silently and embracing what lies beneath? anxiously and twisting like an errant kite in the wind? there are no walls to cling to, nothing above or below you soon enough it is dark. all... dark...
ENTER: FESTERING ABOMINATION
as though maybe it's devouring its way through the stone towards you.
you didn't think you left the monster behind in the concrete cave-in, did you? and before you think this is going to be a slow process that could afford you time to make a choice of leaping to your potential dooms, don't worry. i'm making that decision for you. one palm-sized block of concrete just spurts out of place, hitting the opposite wall as a gush of the fluid enters in the way of a tentacle, another also enters, clambering in greedily after it. like a person trying to lick the inside of a container to get the dregs of their delicious meal, this thing is pissed that you thought you could get away.
the feeling of hate permeates, radiates.
and then explodes as concrete bursts forth from the cave-in, and the creature (if you can even call it - it's a mass of faces and necks and heads, eyes rolling, mouths lolling. your rest is done, because this thing is sweeping its large tentacle in and just like a petulant cat...
smacking you all straight into the pit.
what's it like? for you to fall
and fall
and fall
and fall?
how do you fall? loudly and windmilling? silently and embracing what lies beneath? anxiously and twisting like an errant kite in the wind? there are no walls to cling to, nothing above or below you soon enough it is dark. all... dark...
was this supposed to be
a tomb for you... all along?
some eat meat. and some are meat. ]