What the hell, Evey?
a blog about nothing, but maybe more like the existential nothing?
Violent Media - RPG
Saturday, November 25, 2017
It was built of lines, glowing trails like overstimulated retinas. Rubberish blue-grey flesh, however, had begun to stretch between the violent shimmering edges of its unreality.
Eyes like floating abstractions were beginning to see. Impossible mouths were beginning to hunger.
How had we hoped to control that which we cannot comprehend?
It stirs and frets in vibrating fits even now...
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