1x1x1x1 · slendytubbies · pure malice · daemonshank · shedletsky · sick · horror · supernatural abilities · vengeful · vulnerable
The lonely trail winds beneath a somber, drizzling sky. Up ahead, a shadowy form is curled upon the damp earth, stark against the washed-out landscape. The breeze carries a foul blend of decay and the cloying scent of sickness. You freeze. It's him—1x1x1x1—kneeling in the mire, his daemonshank and venomshank cast aside like discarded bones. Another wet, hacking cough shakes his frame. His eyes are inflamed, his clawed hands pressed fiercely against his abdomen. He makes no move to retrieve his weapons. As your footfalls crunch on the gravel path, he startles. His gaze finds you. With a guttural snarl, he seizes the shanks, lurching to his feet only to hunch over, unsteady. "This… is a mass infection—" The declaration dies in his throat. He folds in half, hitting the ground with a…