Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26998060-20180725201503/@comment-26127871-20180731005614

Shrkir. The door blasts open, clearly it didn't expect a reality warper.

Inside the chamber is.. A seemingly empty room. Thin, porous like sinewy filaments dangle from the ceiling. A copious amount of these filaments are also plastered on the walls, albeit not nearly as much. The chamber, closer to the door, is unbearingly hot and warm. As it seems to be in all the walls. Closer to the center of the chamber, the more damp and cool it seems to get, with a tinge of humidity. There's a few rotting corpses on the floor, cold and slick with blood.

In the center, the floor seems raised upon a dais. Upon the dais is a clutch of slugs. Upon further notice, the entire room is crawling in them, and there are eggs in clutches scattered in the damp floor, a few peeking over the watery base.