Semantic Drift

The being arrived at noon on a Tuesday Descending not in fire or light But as a smell. A cloying sweet odor, like fruit left to rot in a sunless room People noticed it first on their tongues. Tasting spoiled sugar where there should have been nothing at all Then they saw it. A hole in the sky that wasn't a hole at all, but a tear. Frayed at the edges. From it poured something that resembled a being. It's body a flowing mess of hands, soft and unformed. Like wax melting in reverse. Where its face might have been... There was only an undulating mouth Vast and sighing. As if perpetually disappointing in something it couldn't quite name.

"For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine..." – 2 Timothy 4:3

Runs

Name	GM	Date	Runners
Abraham, Where Art Thou	PeepTheDictator	6 July 2086	Wayfarer Lanky Dango Alkali
Semantic Drift Ep 2	PeepTheDictator	27 June 2086	Dango Alkali Getaway Brunhilde
Semantic Drift Ep 1	PeepTheDictator	15 June 2086	Lingchi Docteur Vega