The distinct odor of sweat hits you as soon as you descend the stairs. The other stench of, for lack of a better term, death. The carpeted floors are coated with stains, some look like blood, others are unrecognizable. The walls are tainted with an odd, black, and viscous substance that seems to pulsate like a living, breathing organism. At this point is when you notice the walls also are undulating in rhythm with the substance. The floor sags with clear neglect, a sad mattress also marked with stains sits on the bare floor. The sheets seem to obscure a writhing mass under it, scurrying about as you walk further into the room. The desk is crusted with junk food crumbs and littered with soda cans, the computer on top of it somehow operating. The keyboard is also crusted with liquid stains. The man turns to look at you, it’s no man. The skin on his face sags dramatically, it sits wrong, the rest of his skin and muscles are just, wrong. It’s at this point you notice his legs are part of the floor, seemingly melting into it.
This is the Gamer Legion.
It breathes, it sounds like a woman on her deathbed. It reaches one, horrible, sweaty and lumpy arm towards you. It’s long, impossibly long. You can hear the bones crunching and cracking as it contorts in horrible and impossible ways. It lays it’s disfigured flesh lump, which you can only assume is a hand, on your shoulder. Its skin on the rest of its body slowly melts into the ground. You stare in horror as the fleshy lump of a monster begins to surround you. Its arm has fused to your shoulder, dragging you down with it. It’s a surprisingly agonizing death, melting into the floor, but within a few minutes, you feel emotions and thoughts that aren’t your own. You have become part of it now, you’re not dead, but part of it. The constant suffering is incomprehensible, but it doesn’t matter, as your mind melts into the melting pot of this creature’s mind
You are now part of it
The Gamer Legion You are one
One but many

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