a rumbling in the deep. a foul stench on the wind. a whisper, just at the edge of perception, hissing sibilant words that sound like language but carry no meaning, only horror. an ancient evil awakens, one long thought vanquished. it comes. it comes. it comes.
vulgarian.
- he/they
wash your hands. turn their trash into treasure. thrive in the dark.
pro wrestling
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