Gibbering Mouther’s Incoherent Babble
A susurration of prattling babble fills the air with budding discordance. It rises in...
A susurration of prattling babble fills the air with budding discordance. It rises in...
The void surrounds you like a smothering blanket, pressing in on your senses as your...
The hunger burns through you like a raging inferno, testing your sanity with every...
Like the soft pattering of falling snow, the voices begin as whispers, lost on the biting...
I see the attack coming and I know I’m dead meat—what meat is left, anyway. Almost...
Like a boar rooting in the dirt, I lean forward, the [weapon]’s end near the...
With two fingers of each hand I sweep the air in whorls and arcs, touching my...
The action of loading my [weapon] has become so automatic I could recite a poem at...
I close with my opponent and take hold of the danger, my hands like vices trapping an...
Like the snake that spits before striking, I too can stop an enemy with a swift throw of...