

A swarm of Nightmares"I could not bear to look at it. I knew that if I did I would see myself." The Crawler: It scrabbles across the ground, limbs tilting at awkward angles, blood oozing treacle-thick from sunken eyes and hungry mouth. A snarl, midway between human voice and animal growl. We do not fear it because it is alien to us, no, quite the opposite. We fear it because it is so like us and yet so defiled. It forces us to see what we might so easily become. Crawling, filthy, cannibalistic and stained with innocent blood - human without a shred of humanity.A swarm of Nightmares
"You cannot accuse me! I only wanted to help! I did everything I could... and


ArachniaSteel spiders, immense scuttling horrors moving with a strangely horrifying clockwork precision, metal claws driven by hundreds of tiny gears. They are a mockery of organic life, a ghastly parody sculpted in unfeeling metal, scurrying tirelessly across the dead stone of the abandoned cities and enmeshing it with steel webs. Thousands of tiny chains, each link barely larger than a grain of sand, and each bearing a barbed spine. Anyone touching the twisting chain-webs would become ensnared. And then the arachnids descend from shadowed alcoves, bladed claws scratching maddening rhythms across the stone as they come to feed, the needle-sharp fangArachnia


MoonlitI walk through a hidden garden beneath chill moonlight, the black bulk of the castle looming high above. A narrow window glows faintly with candlelight, a wavering point of hope amidst the bleak oppression of that edifice of uncaring black stone. The towers, cracked and broken through years of neglect, cast askew shadows across the wide lawns. I turn away from where the castle squats atop its crag, a shiver running through me. The gardens, though overgrown and haunted by memories, can only be inviting next to the cold and hollow mass of the castle I leave behind. Hidden shadows flit swifter than thought amidst the sprawl of leaves and stems aMoonlit
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My animations are kickass!
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"What can she offer?" "More than snow in summertime."
~Apophysis
My webcomic - Tales From The Pit
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"What can she offer?" "More than snow in summertime."
~Apophysis
My webcomic - Tales From The Pit
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"What can she offer?" "More than snow in summertime."
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~Apophysis
My Angband webcomic at [link]
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+ Nothing is True; Everything is Permitted. +
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"What can she offer?" "More than snow in summertime."
Gallery - [link]
~Apophysis
My Angband webcomic at [link]
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+ Nothing is True; Everything is Permitted. +
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"What can she offer?" "More than snow in summertime."
Gallery - [link]
~Apophysis
My Angband webcomic at [link]
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+ Nothing is True; Everything is Permitted. +
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"What can she offer?" "More than snow in summertime."
Gallery - [link]
~Apophysis
My Angband webcomic at [link]
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Monsieur Valentine is fabulous, and I want the image on a t-shirt.
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