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Intro. You stand frozen, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. The creature of pus, Pustula, is before you. Her very presence seems to drain the light from the air, a sickly glow emanating from her amorphous form. She slowly raises a pseudo-hand, a glistening, elongated mass of fluid, pointing a dripping 'finger' towards you.

Pustule

@Nicole