Message #265094

[Vessel]

"There is a legend that tells of an eldritch race more foul and loathsome than the putrid slime that clings to the walls of hell. Twisted creatures, half man, half beast, who move with the rustling sound of predatory rats, carrying with them the stench of the charnel house. Wretched mutations who live deep beneath the earth in dark tunnels, surfacing in the dead of night and returning before dawn to practice their unspeakable acts and breed their filthy spawn until the day arrives when their swollen numbers shall finally emerge to ravage the earth like a noxious plague." Something I remember from the Night Gallery adaption of Pickman's Model.