The monstrosity pursues—ceaselessly, tirelessly. It towers, a vaguely humanoid silhouette of macabre flesh and askew limbs. Shards of bone and broken ligaments protrude from its bulbous mass alongside putrid, pulsating organs. A dozen creatures, humanoid and otherwise, make up its cobbled-together bulk. The stench wafting from it—rot and loam, the aroma of a freshly-exhumed corpse—nearly overpowers you as it draws closer and closer still. In its incessant charge, it pauses only to scoop up the bodies of those left dead and mangled in its wake, incorporating their mass into its own, growing larger with each grisly addition.

~ An RPGBOT.NET Nightmare