Once upon a slimeThe night was well on its way and the little boy was simply, utterly and inconceivably not sleepy. So he did the only thing that came to his swollen brain.
'Papa! Papa!!'the little boy screamed in his shrill sing song voice. Then stood in complete silence straining his little ears for his dear Papa.
He was shortly rewarded by the familiar sounds of flesh and bone hitting the ill placed coffee table head on. Swearing involving Divinity, grotesque physical violence and sheep soon followed. The door opened abruptly and Papa entered.
'Lucius! are you okay?' dear Papa asked from behind his spectacles who perched on his sharp yet round nose. His face was framed by a mop of messy brown hair.
'I am okay Papa; shrilled the pallid boy. 'I cannot sleep and wish for a story.'
Papa's eyes rolled ever so slightly but he managed a warm paternal smile and said. 'Alright Lucius but it is the last one this week.'
The little boy gave a short rat like shrill of excitement. Papa put on his gruffer and deep
Death WorldEndless primordial night.
In the lightless gloom saurian shapes bound and screech!
The stink of rot and disease is heavy in the air. My hand touches the bole of a tree that pulses grotesquely organic and a low growl rumbles from the gnarled trunk.
I hear the mewling and squealing of unnameable abominations in the chaotic treetops!
A world forever trapped in twilight, corrosive oceans of thick liquid eat away at the continents slowly flood in. After this they move on pulled away by the moons. The barren and toxic plains that have newly emerged will quickly crawl with hyper-evolutionary lifeforms, adapting and symbiotic at a speed unbelivable, forming a new claustrophobic and demonically lush landscape once more.
Ever shifting, the hungry jungle covers every stretch of land not being assailed by the acidic seas.
Dark Temples of an ancient race can be found within the steamy chaotic jungles and their corridors descend into the very crust of the planet. Edifices of pitch black obsidian tha
Twisted TranscendanceIn the lightless thickets where insanity awaits Man shall find itself.
There he will stand clothed in human form but no flesh will conceal the corrupted transcendance of his damned soul for the insanity bubbling beneath his skin has burst forth.
His depravity and his perverseness will feast upon him and the feasting destroy Him utterly.
He becomes merely a slave to his own desires, fears, ambitions and rages. He becomes them given pure physical form with no humanity to stem their excess.
Those in his path will scream and wail in the night, and they shall feel not hatred, but fear.
For He is our primal emotions, our darkest aspects and our inner demons that lurk within us given walking form.
The unsullied malice and innocence of Children and Animals will have no qualm in this unholy revelation of Man for he is something worse, humanity in its darkest purity, unrestrained and unreformed.
No dogma or norm will stop Him for he is something more than a Man and something less.
Fearful we wil