It lurches. It lumbers ever forward. With each passing second it gains a cursed momentum. With each passing inch its girth expands. The squelch of wet meat is its marching song. Delicate, bruised, and horribly vulnerable, it rumbles forth. It leaves no bodies in its wake - instead, those who stray underfoot are swallowed into its spongy surface. Would you linger in its path?
I was late again. My bad.
Broncos Blurb:
It lurches. It lumbers ever forward. With each passing second it gains a cursed momentum. With each passing inch its girth expands. The squelch of wet meat is its marching song. Delicate, bruised, and horribly vulnerable, it rumbles forth. It leaves no bodies in its wake - instead, those who stray underfoot are swallowed into its spongy surface. Would you linger in its path?