Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27661770-20171222012310/@comment-26120744-20171223195459

He who drinks is struck by visions and mutations.

A zergling-esque limb springs from his back, a third eye on his forehead. Veins pop out, pitch black.

He also sees a vortex of chaos instead of his actual surroundings. Distorted visions of the past, of Discord's shortlived reign, the Factory, and in the future, a sky that opens like a mouth.

"DSVM SZINLMB WRVH, XSZLH RM GSV HPRVH, HDRN GSV HVZ LU GVVGS ZMW VBVH." screams out of his mouth as the visions end.