Featured: Spike Valance Mythos - The Dweller in the Gulf
I lay motionless, engulfed in the inky, black abyss of darkness with no knowledge of where I was or whence I came. I had opened my eyes yet my view did not change, forcing me to question whether my sight had been lost or that the lack of light was so much so that I could not see my own limb mere inches from my face. What sequence of events were set in motion so as to bring me to such a cavernous void? All questions I had of my situation were rhetorical in nature and i resolved to investigate.
I sat up and groped around my person tentatively. The ground was solid enough, if not a little moist and slick, yet a strange, putrid, sweet odour permeated the air. Like rotten fruit or spoiled meats it simultaneously invoked feelings of nausea and peculiar hunger. My muscles ached and protested as I pushed my heavy body off of the ground, keeping low. I had obviously been recumbent for some time as it took awhile for me to gain a full range of motion in my limbs. The darkness was absolute and th
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