Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26998060-20180725201503/@comment-26127871-20180726171117

The squirming parasite was dangling in her prison, looking with hunger at the prey it could see, it could hunt, but never claim. It yearned for freedom, to defy the Mad Goddess and the dark scientist once more, yet it knew it could not. It thrashed against it's confines, yet the prison was so large, it could never break it.

Yet, as fate always did, there would be a way. Eventually. Not that it knew.