Like some freak storm from the bayou, sucking up snakes and frogs and spiders, and flinging them far from where they're supposed to be. Almost palpable, I slide into your rear vision mirror with that hungry glint in my eyes and that gruesome, animal trail of saliva dribbling from my maw. Too slow your fight or flight mechanism kicks in and you make a childish attempt to flee, only to be run down and consumed by the ever-consuming omega that is my soul.
Here is where I rant a lot. Comment to be added. I don't promise to not insult you. (But I'll try)
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