Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Rash

Huge reinforced blast doors retreat with the sound of grinding metal and squealing gears. An alarm immediately joins the cacophony. From the blackness beyond the doors a massive creature shifts and flops around making terrible fleshy slapping noises. Suddenly from out of the darkness a creature that appears to be made entirely out of inflamed scar tissue and inflected red flesh bursts out of the opening headed straight toward you. It excitedly repeats the same three words...

I

AM

RASH!!!

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