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In the Words of Ricven: Unexplained Danger

See, humans have this typical habit of trying to categorize everything under the damn moon, but you have to understand; there are some things you just can't tag. Things that no form of logic can make any sense of even if they tried. That there is not only a teething bitch to the mind but dangerous; too dangerous...

And I fucking love it.

I've tackled the unexplained, the exotic, kinky; the strange. If you thought that the ole funky obscure had some kind of limit, think again. Just when you assume that you've seen it all, something far more fucked up prances along to make itself top-dog in the eccentric freak department.

And believe me when I say this, every last one of them fights for that crown.

Since the night I became what I am, I knew that the normal life was no more. I didn't quite understand it entirely, but I knew. I understood that from then on out things was going to change.

My-oh-my how I thought I knew it all.

When I first set eyes on my very first eldritch fragment, I pondered to myself: how in the flying marsupial fuck could this crayfish looking ass mongrel the size of a mountain do any real damage besides what earth folk see in movies; wreck shit up. Yeah, I was being a bit of a cretin with the mouth, but I learned on that day. That crustacean freak with the tentacle pincers was a reality humper.

Yeah, that's right, Khaot was its name. It defied the laws of reality and made it and us its bitch. Suffice to say we ganked the abominable bastard, had me hungry for a pot of southern fried craydaddies from home, but the spiked beast of Esporia realm couldn't fool me.

We saved a whole planet, ultimately an entire universe, for if that thing were to increase in power by merging with another skulking abominable universes away, we'd all be ruthlessly screwed to the high pooch. Raw.

Not gonna lie; the damn thing was quite the bitch to kill, though.

Ricven T. McQueen

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