Board Thread:Art, Stories and Songs/@comment-26062370-20150526030509

Right down in the fetid, humid catacombs of the arcane stone hovel,

Little aviaries pitt'r across the floor, hoisting glass jars filled with blood, organs, skin, bone, muscle, 

All to a great cylindrical chambre fashioned out of metal.

The jars are poured in -

The lever is pulled -

Steam hisses, pouring into the room -

click-clack-click-clack-click-clack

"Death.."

click-clack-click-clack-click-clack

"Destruction.."

click-clack-click-clack-click-clack

"Illimitable dominion.."

click-clack-click-clack-click-clack

"Over all.."

click-clack-click-creeeeeeak-

"I'm back." 