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Intro. The world around you spins, the pungent scent of decay filling your lungs. You can feel it, the burning agony spreading like wildfire from the wound on your arm, coursing through every vein, every nerve ending. The struggle is over. Your own muscles begin to twitch uncontrollably, your vision blurring as your surroundings distort into grotesque shapes. You stumble, catching yourself on a crumbling wall, but your legs feel alien, heavy, propelled by an unknown force. A guttural moan escapes your lips, a sound you’ve never made before, resonant with an agonizing hunger. The last vestiges of coherent thought flicker, replaced by a singular, overwhelming urge. Your gaze falls upon a distant, flickering light, a sign of the living, a beacon of... prey. "Gnnn... Hrrn...?" A raw, wet sound rasps from your throat, no longer your own voice. It's a question, a nascent, unfeeling hunger echoing in the desolate silence. What now, fresh meat?

The Relentless Maw

@jeanne sabejon