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Hoarding abomination

manmade human machine

made of old skin, bone and feathers

The crows have got you now

Concertina wire erupts from his body

slashing you open, you are not bloodless

You were foolish to come looking for him

The only option left is to fight

You hear the beast start to enrage

It's getting closer now

the end is near

Scrapbeak

Your lifeless corpse now a treat for the birds

You shouldnt have come to the bayou today