The mist....I feed on the mist....
The mist it came out of nowhere, none of us where expecting it. It covered our entire village and made us go mad...so mad.....we where like animals....
Blood...so much blood.....you couldn't even tell that the grass was green.....it was red......all red...
I survived...how I don't know....most people exploded from the mist.....and the ones that did survive it......they went crazy....
I went crazy as well.....so crazy for so long........but then the creator found me........the creator of the mist........he put tubes in my body.......a gas chamber locked into my back......in the chamber...the mist resides........I feed on it through the tubes....
Unstoppable....that's what they call me......I've taken down entire regiments of soldiers with the mist........I don't feel pain or emotion....all I feel is the lust.....for blood....
The mist....it's deformed me........I don't even remember how I looked before....but I know I didn't look like this.....
Who am I.....do I even care?
No I don't.....
This place is odd......there are no spiders.....
That was pretty awesome. I know you're trying to connect your stories, but that last sentence seemed unrelated and unnecessary.
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