Broken hunger
****CRICKET****
"Voice command Cricket accepted" A sweet feminine electronic voice speaks through the ship alarm system.
At first, everything seems exactly the same. With Fisto still charging, meanwhile, you are evading as fast as possible.
Suddenly, Fisto just gets paralysed. No exactly paralyzed as If It were banished from the room, he disappeared throughout the door before you could even react and escape from here.
A creeping noise comes from all directions like the steps of millions of tiny insect marching.
Gashes and places sound over the metallic flooring; they are coming closer, the noise goes in crescendo, like a martial march song.
Then you see one a beautiful giant Beatle glistening in the electrical lighting like it were a jewel made by ebony and Emeralds.
"A real animal" You shout amazed at the beauty and magnetic magnificent that it is mesmerizing your soul. "I ...can even," You say truly moved by nature.
Soon other and other coming from the air bents and floating around you in circles, vultures waiting for something.
"What the fuck are you waiting for? Yes, end this already. I am sick of hearing your noises. Tired of been jailed here!" You yell frustrated with the situation.
You are enraged, lost in a tantrum so much that you don't notice anything else happening around your feet.
Your poor tired feet.
AUCH, what the fuck, is it occurring right now?
Finally, you notice that there are millions of carnivorous maggots covering the floor with his nasty pink colour twirling slowly, so slowly. They just bite after bite, piercing your skin, as it was a roughly scrubbing. At least, It feels like that, as a starting point, but millions are keeping coming from everywhere.
Your screams, mean anything for them. Nor your pleas.
tic tac, tic tac... Times passes as an endless agony with the only clock in the room measuring ruthlessly your demise.
Your dry skin has been totally eaten and you know lie at the floor. Hopeless, alone. Where no one can hear you scream.
Soon, you are just too tired and thirsty to scream. While inexorably, you are being eaten by maggots creeping up your body while beetles buzzing around your ears like a helicopter. Then one by one introduced in your mouth and eating your tongue until your lungs are like a hive.
You can't breathe, each air gasp that enters in your lungs feels like drinking bleach. You just let yourself go, while you can see over, your now skeleton hand, a lonely Cricket, with a yellow star shining in its back, singing a ballad for you.
"Voice command Cricket accepted" A sweet feminine electronic voice speaks through the ship alarm system.
At first, everything seems exactly the same. With Fisto still charging, meanwhile, you are evading as fast as possible.
Suddenly, Fisto just gets paralysed. No exactly paralyzed as If It were banished from the room, he disappeared throughout the door before you could even react and escape from here.
A creeping noise comes from all directions like the steps of millions of tiny insect marching.
Gashes and places sound over the metallic flooring; they are coming closer, the noise goes in crescendo, like a martial march song.
Then you see one a beautiful giant Beatle glistening in the electrical lighting like it were a jewel made by ebony and Emeralds.
"A real animal" You shout amazed at the beauty and magnetic magnificent that it is mesmerizing your soul. "I ...can even," You say truly moved by nature.
Soon other and other coming from the air bents and floating around you in circles, vultures waiting for something.
"What the fuck are you waiting for? Yes, end this already. I am sick of hearing your noises. Tired of been jailed here!" You yell frustrated with the situation.
You are enraged, lost in a tantrum so much that you don't notice anything else happening around your feet.
Your poor tired feet.
AUCH, what the fuck, is it occurring right now?
Finally, you notice that there are millions of carnivorous maggots covering the floor with his nasty pink colour twirling slowly, so slowly. They just bite after bite, piercing your skin, as it was a roughly scrubbing. At least, It feels like that, as a starting point, but millions are keeping coming from everywhere.
Your screams, mean anything for them. Nor your pleas.
tic tac, tic tac... Times passes as an endless agony with the only clock in the room measuring ruthlessly your demise.
Your dry skin has been totally eaten and you know lie at the floor. Hopeless, alone. Where no one can hear you scream.
Soon, you are just too tired and thirsty to scream. While inexorably, you are being eaten by maggots creeping up your body while beetles buzzing around your ears like a helicopter. Then one by one introduced in your mouth and eating your tongue until your lungs are like a hive.
You can't breathe, each air gasp that enters in your lungs feels like drinking bleach. You just let yourself go, while you can see over, your now skeleton hand, a lonely Cricket, with a yellow star shining in its back, singing a ballad for you.
