before I was consumed by the lord of the swamp mechanism, what I saw was something that only vaguely resemble forms known to mankind, akin to a insanely created homunculus, created as a mockery of all that we believe in. If god gives all creatures the spark of life this was void of all of it. I hear the sirens call of the swamps. and in them I am destined for eternal oblivion because nothing in the world can hide me from the creature in my sleep, except for the black rotten slit...




will throw if you piss me off