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The Slain of Decay

2017-08-20 17:18:41 by FreedomMagnum
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I followed the trail of bloody, dismembered limbs and disheveled earth trail to a giant hole ...

The madness is down there... I knew this would get dark, just not sure how dark. See, the thing about living in hell is that, no matter who the individual, they're always going to have their own perspective... Dangerous thing, if carried too far, this edge called "respect"...

 

Enough travel time and I had finally arrived to find the Swarm, pacing amongst itself, confused by its own existense, cursing its own meaning, crying and lashing out at the same time, rolling in a primordial ooze of rot and disease...

Before I could ready my Cobra Cannon, it suddenly stopped, sensing something amiss.

I stayed in stealth mode and quietly changed my position.

This pulsating, maggot filled, snot spewing, limb flailing mass of devoured cluelessness was  reproducing itself , bleeding gross, thick, strange colored liquids and throbbing and cunvulsing, while screaming at the same time. I watched in horror, as the newmold of conjoined biomass began eating its former flesh encasing.

 For a second, I almost got grossed out by the smell alone.

This would be the perfect time to hit it. Risking exposure, but without hesitation I hit Blitzkrieg's real-time option, as the Nanobots drained out of our camoflouge and appeared behind me to help me steady my shot into what appeared to be the particularly exposed heart...

 

"Open fire!"...


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