The Thing from the Swamp

Description

Lake Onda swelters and swells. It sucks down the rain, grows fat and heavy, until it spews up its waters and drowns the land.

To the south the earth drinks its fill and the soil drowns. The swamps grow stagnant and greedy. Vegetation rots from the roots up and the air thickens with moisture. What little heat still finds its way here from the pale, insignificant sun brings the waterlogged land to a slow, uncomfortable boil. To breathe this air is to begin a tedious drowning.

Somewhere among the rot and ruin a creature stirs. Born of rank undergrowth and the fury of apocalyptic storms, its febrile, infantile root-brain knows only one thing: hunger.

It feeds, and it grows, its cravings insatiable. Incessant. It must be destroyed before its hunger grows out of control. It must be destroyed before it grows too big to contain.