Secrets

A map a scrawling a veritablepictographoftheinsane. Tales before we join beginnings no ends a cult a horror scrawling scratching in the crypt it is trapped it is trapped a secret a tale it is buried alive. A crypt a story a web a plundering a fog deception lies lies LIES fingernails scratch the inside of the tomb they bleed BLEED it shall not be contained.

THE SMELL. Theycallmerat I cannot stomach this bile it seeps it seeps. The undead. Skeletons, corpses-shambling spirits wisps the meats drip putrid from their teeth from the blades it fleees their bones naked menace sad rot in the darkness. THE UNDEAD MAKE A TERRIBLE MEAL Hunger is anger and famine and rage a skeleton cracks against the stone corpses are all nothing to a bear.

She-of-the-quick-knives she-of-the-iron-will lusts for treasure vaults putridrottingmeat a rotting soggy chest a goal push push push another undead is dead again the smell THE SMELL we have our treasure we flee. I MUST BREATHE THE AIR it is greater that my bloodlust greaterthanmyappetite who the fuck is this?

A grinmalice he-is-the-lie why is he still talking the secrets claw at the walls bleeding bleeding blood-from-the-beds-of-their-nails they want out they want out. I MUST BREATHE THE AIR he is taunting she-of-the-knives yet entreats her help. A poison a worm a thought she-of-the-red-tailJekserah is a necromancer deceit deceit a web WHY ARE WE STILL TALKING we must go THE SMELL he wants us to kill the-red-devil I don’t care WE MUST GO.

Air air AIR I can breathe the putrid is solid it will last forever we paint the entrance with our bile retch suffer forget. She-of-the-red is deceit he-of-the-cult is the lie itself they lie they lie spinning webs we are caught in the middle all will be devoured I am not for devouring I am he who devours I AM IMPETUS. We must know more more we must feast I DO NOT CARE ON WHO I shall follow she-of-the-quickness they think her too slow they shall be death-wrong she is cunning itself.

To the merchant to the Red to the devil herself we shall know more we must know more we shall feast on their folly. We shall not be deceived I shall not be deceived HAVE YOU EVER TRIED TO FOOL A BEAR he is Hunger itself. We shall not be deceived they shall know my name THEY SHALL KNOW MY NAME we will feast on their secrets. I AM IMPETUS.