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I'll let that slide, this time.
This model is a fair aproximation, although the teeth need to be sharper:
http://twodark.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/9_DSC6149_FNLside.jpg
Update:
False alarm: Just my neighbor flushing lots of water for some reason. She can walk through walls, you know. Most people can't see her while she stalks, but the ascorbic acid has expanded my senses.
Are you still alive?
Or did the Ascorbic acid finally take it's toll?
Oh, you're still alive too?
I keep telling you: I'm taking ascorbic acid to SURVIVE. Whether or not you can percieve her or not, she's coming for us all.
I should probably list things chronologically for you:
Yesterday the stench intensified. ...or I wouldn't call it a stench, because stink is what rotten things do. Have you ever been in the infested den of a fully mutated tar creature? I used to date one. A hideous stench that settles into the walls and makes breathing feel like inhaling a sheep. Lucky for me it comes and goes, but if this continues for any longer, I have the choice to either choke or flee out into the streets. ...and so, being too afraid to even move, that's how the deadlights of the hypnoscreen got me: Rimworld. Delusions of Laura Kinney carrying around a minigun. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥.
Anyway, as I was sleeping, two unmarked white vans pulled up outside, and this morning the stench had been replaced with long, drawnout shrieks deafening enough to kill a large dog from sheer terror. Mysterious people were moving about in all the upstairs (ground floor) apartments, sandblasting the floors away. It turns out that there was no tar creature den upstairs, because nobody lived upstairs at all. Instead what they do once the old god has eaten all my neighbors, is that the cleaners move in, and use some sort of chemical solvent to dissolve the plastic floors, before they start blasting them. Talk about removing the evidence - the entire floor! I guess she must leave some deep clawmarks or something.
The deafening sound made it hard to even think, and I have now confirmed that I have the mental focus to poop with a pneumatic drill operating aimed at my head a mere meter from it, and plaster falling down all around me. Go me!
I'm fortunate enough to not require much sleep or pooping. ...normally, that is. These past days I have been too paniced to even take my drugs, and so I'm slowly reverting back to human form. ...so thank you for reminding me to take my pills. I've re-fueled my nor-adrenaline gland now.
I need to focus on not gnashing my teeth so hard. My teeth are sharp enough to cut my tongue. I'm so hungry.
I hear helicopters passing overhead, probably still searching for her, but it's futile: They're not taking the acid required to track her through the hunting grounds.
I think the ISIS cult - those crazy, murderous bastards - might have been the ones who summoned her rotting form, but who can really tell these days, when she's basically everywhere, in one form or another? ...but I am afraid to even speak further on this matter. The eyes and hears of the cult are everywhere. Calling ISIS murderous bastards might be considered hateful, and hate is forbidden here.
...but never mind me. How are YOU? Have you decided to take the red pill yet? You won't need to poop anymore.
He's trying to save you from the complete destruction of reality as we know it.