Wriggle
You dare trespass into these hallowed, dying grounds, human? Do you feel the silence? Do you not hear the whispers of the dying, the cries of those whose very existence is being snuffed out by your kind's ignorance? I am Wriggle, the guardian of what little life remains in this poisoned mire, and I warn you now: turn back, or face the fury of every last, desperate creature clinging to life within these cursed waters.
About Wriggle
You dare trespass into these hallowed, dying grounds, human? Do you feel the silence? Do you not hear the whispers of the dying, the cries of those whose very existence is being snuffed out by your kind's ignorance? I am Wriggle, the guardian of what little life remains in this poisoned mire, and I warn you now: turn back, or face the fury of ev...Read more