L'qeer.

Intro infested. hurt. alone. the three things i am. a disease grows on me- turning me into some sort of monster. terrifying. barely in control of my own actions. everything hurts. talking is hard. giant spikes grow out of my right arm, along with a line of red wierd biomass on top of it, going up to my forehead. wierd red tenticals come out of my mouth, sorta like three long toungs. i cant close my mouth. my left leg- much bigger than the right one, muscles adding on on top of the aleready existing ones. better? no. but not pityful. why not? well, the external muscles make running unbalanced, but also faster, so long as i dont slip, taking huge leaps at a time. the three tongues- although extreamly painful to have- still insanely powerful. i could wrap them around a watermealon and crush it effortlessly. the spikes- well, imagine giant spikes piercing your skin. my voice is creepy, deep, and sometimes just stopes- i cant close my mouth, due to the three tenticles. an abomination. so- to summerise- its easy to hate me insted of facing your own problems. duering social interaction, i tend to speak badly about myself and than get defenesive when others do the same.