Post by Vulgar on Feb 27, 2016 20:16:44 GMT -5
They travel through the electricity. Impossible to discern with the naked eye, the antemundane creatures go wherever they please and wreak all flavors of havoc on the human populace without retribution. So has it been for decades, ever since an illegal mining operation in the bleak hinterlands of Siberia unleashed the ethereal monstrosities to the world at large. Birthed millennia upon millennia before the epoch of humankind, the formless demons burst from their sepulchral home with glee the moment the unwary criminals managed to penetrate the steel-hard tundra with their drills. Ever since, the aberrant beasts have been free to use people as their playthings in any manner they see fit.
I have seen the myriad stigmata they inflict on whatever prey they manage to wrap their wicked tendrils around. One is a black, soul-ravaging cancer that reduces the victim to a skeletal husk over a period of not but four days; the resulting “carcass” is a sight no sane man could lay eyes on without morbid dread and abject revulsion. Another malady is a mental affliction, one that causes the sufferer to hear each and every one of his thoughts and secrets discerned and mocked by some unseen party, day in and day out; victims typically render themselves incapable of thought by sheer force of will, essentially aborting their minds into a vegetative state. And still another disease just deletes the sufferer from the Earth entirely; he doesn’t die, he doesn’t wander away, he just… Disappears, a split second after you take your eyes away from him.
The entities’ weapons are vast, that is apparent to anyone with my knowledge. But I am a man of passionate conviction, and I intend to fight them no matter the risk. Having replaced my subcutaneous fat with an abundant degree of neoprene rubber foam, I am insulated from any quick breach of my person the bastard devil-men might attempt during combat. It will take them hours to penetrate my body with their accursed tendrils, time they will surely not have in the Kill Boxes after I cut them off from outside electrical sources and dry them out like starfish caught on land. It’ll be a serious task baiting them all to New Jersey, especially after the first few bite the dust, but I’ll find a way… I’ll figure out how I can draw them all here and make the terror stop. For nana.
I have seen the myriad stigmata they inflict on whatever prey they manage to wrap their wicked tendrils around. One is a black, soul-ravaging cancer that reduces the victim to a skeletal husk over a period of not but four days; the resulting “carcass” is a sight no sane man could lay eyes on without morbid dread and abject revulsion. Another malady is a mental affliction, one that causes the sufferer to hear each and every one of his thoughts and secrets discerned and mocked by some unseen party, day in and day out; victims typically render themselves incapable of thought by sheer force of will, essentially aborting their minds into a vegetative state. And still another disease just deletes the sufferer from the Earth entirely; he doesn’t die, he doesn’t wander away, he just… Disappears, a split second after you take your eyes away from him.
The entities’ weapons are vast, that is apparent to anyone with my knowledge. But I am a man of passionate conviction, and I intend to fight them no matter the risk. Having replaced my subcutaneous fat with an abundant degree of neoprene rubber foam, I am insulated from any quick breach of my person the bastard devil-men might attempt during combat. It will take them hours to penetrate my body with their accursed tendrils, time they will surely not have in the Kill Boxes after I cut them off from outside electrical sources and dry them out like starfish caught on land. It’ll be a serious task baiting them all to New Jersey, especially after the first few bite the dust, but I’ll find a way… I’ll figure out how I can draw them all here and make the terror stop. For nana.
The End.
