Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26998060-20180725201503/@comment-26120744-20180726172236

Out of the blackness in the ground rose a mass of black, pulsating flesh.

It had no specific shape, an amorphous blod of chaos and confusion, divorced from both morality and physics.

Black armor formed around it - it's only anchor to sanity - and the figure rose to full height, it's red eyes glaring at the world around it.

Hate. That was all it could perceive. Hatred for everything around it and hatred for itself coming from everything around it. Hate.