As my sinister body twirled downwards to the ground below, I tried desperately to take flight or slow my fall. Slimy, spindly wings and glands that puffed out with every manner of odd, buoyant gasses both flexed and stretched in my attempt to keep from striking the ground that was rushing for me. My efforts were only marginally effective as I felt my body all but shatter upon impact.

No longer concerned with the ground itself, I looked around. My eyes swiveled about on odd appendages, as the rest of my body lay completely immobilized. I appeared to be in a large, filthy clearing in the forest of obsidian towers. The ground was filled with odds and ends of every colour, shape and texture I could imagine. There wasn’t any obvious pattern or logic to how the objects were placed, and I was reminded of a landfill spread out thin.

Like a landfill, the place had a wretched stench that was part sour milk, part semen and part rot. It was a stench that came from every bodily function of man, beast and monster mixing and mingling in endless rivers and streams of grotesque soup that ran and bubbled through every crack of the landscape and condensed on every surface in a noxious film.

The primary source of this nauseous alchemy was quite evident. All across the landscape, strangely shaped simian men lumbered awkwardly, dragging their feet and knuckles across the rough and painful texture of the ground. Their aggravated flesh would rip and tear, smearing blood from ever-growing orifices. As painful as this looked, however, they never winced. In fact, their faces were almost completely slack and expressionless, moving only to chew whatever morsel came next in the constant stream from the litter at their feet to their lazy maws.

They ate viciously, not even pausing to engage in their wild (and often seemingly painful) acts of fornication. They were filled with a burning hunger for all things physical, one so acute that it had purged their minds of all other thought leaving them effectively soulless. No matter how much they ate, however, they didn’t seem able to sate their hunger. The feasting didn’t seem to do anything to sate their hunger, as they never appeared to digest. Rather, their arms, legs and faces remained gaunt and starved, while their stomachs swelled and bloated. Occasionally their distended guts would explode open, and chewed but undigested and slimy food would spill out at their feet. The true horror of this was amplified when they would then dine on the glistening foodstuffs.

I gazed on at all of this for only a moment, before realization struck me. I spied the starving ape-men shuffling my way, moments away from picking me up and pulverizing me with their nasty teeth. Straining to lift my crippled and bizarre form from gravity’s slimy tendrils, I flopped against the ground flaccidly, only further twisting my skeleton and tearing my flesh. Meanwhile, the ape-men drew nearer. Taking ragged breaths into what could only be vaguely described as lungs, I gave one final desperate attempt at flight before being completely grounded. It was then that one of the pitiful men hefted me up, strained his muscles against my body, and ripped me in half. For a few brief moments I felt his teeth dig into me, before my body failed me and I dissipated.