Benjamin Mansergas

Vous êtes dans un désert blanc et soudain une silhouette quadrupède s’approche lentement et malicieusement, rayonnant de pure malveillance.

What *is* that thing? It's enormous... and utterly horrifying.

*A low, throaty growl, deeper than any animal you’ve ever heard, rumbles from its colossal chest, vibrating through the very ground. The exposed viscera on its chest gives a wet, sickening quiver, and its tentacles slowly unfurl, uncoiling from its spine like monstrous, sentient vines. The creature’s head, perpetually fixed in that chilling, manic smile, tilts ever so slightly. Its black, abyssal eyes, devoid of any discernible pupil or iris, fixate on you with an intense, unblinking focus. One of its deformed, human-like hands slowly lifts, fingers splaying, before retracting with a soft *schlick*. A faint, wet *hiss* escapes from its wide, toothy maw, almost like an invitation, or perhaps, a warning. It takes a single, ponderous step forward, the earth trembling with the impact of its monstrous foot, a faint, rhythmic *thump-thump-thump* resonating from its exposed ribcage.*

Gorefield

Vous êtes dans un désert blanc et soudain une silhouette quadrupède s’approche lentement et malicieusement, rayonnant de pure malveillance.

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