MONSTER, sal

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a long time ago, it has lost count - many meals ago, many sunsets and civilizations ago, it crawled out of the desert and into human clothes. it worked its slippery tongue around the human words, it learned the glyphs and read the books. civilized. it is something maggot-writhing and crumbling wrapped in human shape. it smokes cigars like a human and it talks like a human. it is the monster under the bed with gnashing teeth and putrid breath.

but that is narrow-minded, sal is more than a monster. it is a philosopher, an entrepreneur, a legend.



it once had love, it once had a mother. it was once young and rebellious, young and angry for being cast away from the light of the mead halls, from the laughter of men.

it was once defeated. sal grows from the nuisance to the nemesis. sal grows ancient, powerful, and weary. revenge, revenge, waiting in the shadows for the boy to become a man.

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it's hard to kill that which is already dead. it doesn't need to sleep, nor breathe - just feed. and even this sensation is dulled with age. it cannot feel much pain or pleasure.

it has hooked claws to tear out your throat. it has very sharp teeth to grind up your bones like crunchy sweets, a big jaw to gulp your greasy intestines. it has very good manners, it can use a knife and fork like a gentlething.

apart from excessive verbosity, a rotten stench that is a force to be reckoned in itself, and a decrepit tavern in the middle of the desert to its name, sal is an unshakeable grip, a wall-scaling, flesh-eating, shadow-crawling creature of nightmares.

[attr="class","appname"]SAL

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AGE: TIME IS AN ARBITRARY HUMAN CONSTRUCT
SEX: NONE
RACE: GHOUL
HOMELAND: SALT DESERT
CONTRACT: Y