May 15th, 2023, 02:00 PM
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Join Date: May 21, 2015
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Re: The Book of the Zombie Hulk
@ dok
When you get the chance, please update the OP with the official bio:
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The beast is hungry. Over the ridge, there is warm meat it could eat. Little ones move toward the meat and some fall down when loud cracks ring out and smoke rises from the metal sticks the meat are holding. But there are too many of the little ones; there won’t be enough meat to feed them all. Saliva drools out of the beast’s rotting mouth. It doesn’t want the little ones to eat the meat. It wants to eat the meat itself. The beast begins to lumber toward the ridge, and two other hulking brutes follow as well.
“Not yet, Halgo. Wait.” The Master raises a hand and reproaches the beast. It must obey. All three of them must. There was no “why.” It was still hungry, but it would stay.
Over the ridge, the beast could see movement. The small meat with metal sticks start to run away, and one big meat comes forward, towering over the little ones and slicing them apart before they can finish eating the small meat.
“Now, Halgo” the pale-faced one motions toward the ridge. “The big meat is yours. Go eat.”
With a guttural roar, the beast approaches the ridge, eager to feed. The big meat was his. As it gets closer to the feast, the beast can see the big meat more clearly. It holds a large metal stick, swinging wildly to cut down the little ones all around it. The big meat was his.
Suddenly, the beast feels something other than hunger. A shred of recognition, something like the shadow of a memory clawing at the edges of his thoughts. For the first time in many years, the beast remembers something from Before. In his memory, this meat was calling to him, but Halgo couldn’t help. Fear. Despair. Regret. The beast stops as long-forgotten emotions flood its mind.
The big meat was his… it was his flesh… his… brother.
Halgo lets out an anguished cry and once more rushes toward the giant, surging ahead of the other two lumbering beasts. It needed to reach the big meat first. The big meat was his! Wading through the carnage, Halgo can smell the salty-sweet blood of freshly fallen meat surrounding him. All at once the overwhelming hunger returns, and the memories start to fade back into oblivion.
The big meat sees the beast approaching and raises his metal stick. But then it stops, its eyes going wide. “Halgo? No… no, it can’t be!”
The big meat was calling to him.
The big meat belonged to him.
A little one manages to pierce the big meat’s flesh, and a thick red droplet runs down the big meat’s leg.
The big meat was filled with his blood.
The beast is hungry.
The big meat was his.
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