No one knew how the Great creatures came up or how long they had
been waiting. They hummed raucous poems as they burst out of their
subterranean hell and washed over the cities of earth, leaving nothing
but smoldering ruins and poisoned corpses in their wake. The poems
were viscous things- they tasted like rusted metal and mashed the
people into paste. The human cultures had no weapons to fight this
war of foul necromancy. The primitive machines of men were useless
against this sinister enemy which chanted incessantly and spread
itself like a cancer across the nations. The Slugs issued gaseous
plagues, insidious pestilence which rotted the bodies of the helpless
creatures, twisting animals and men alike into insane caricatures.
At the heart of this invasion sat the festering Fecal-Fatterat,
Mal Empress of the Carnigor. The largest and most lustful of the
ancient Slugs, Fecal herself had delivered ten thousand litters-
mating almost continuously over the centuries. Those of her young
that she had not devoured were among the most virulent and luxurious
(and pungent) of the warrior poets. From this brood she and her sisters
built a mighty army of Muckers who hummed the rhythms with their
mother and pulled humans into pieces, only to reassemble them into
ghastly meat puppets; re purposed for the wicked work of clearing
the earth of the last vestibules of humankind.
The puny cities that were the pride of men were remade
by the sisters into horrific monuments, breathtaking in their ghoulish
majesty, steaming rancid edifices built out of living gore and
human mulch. The waste products from digested lives were the new
building blocks upon which the creatures erected their vast new
metropolis’s
of organic technology.
The blasphemous music sunk also into the earth and polluted the
rotting dead, stirring them to orgies of sadism and violence. They
rose up out of their graves in droves and shambled furiously across
the burning lands.
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