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The Tomb of Warping
🕑 Added 2021-12-30 20:53:28 +0000 UTCThey warned him not to go, that no one ever left those ancient ruins the same, but Scott’s commitment to scientific objectivity compelled him to prove that all the miraculous claims were just a hoax. The dead returning to life. The blind and deaf having their senses restored. The paralyzed regaining control of their limbs. All completely absurd religious zealotry.
The tombs weren’t much to look at but as he explored down deeper into the ruins he found a small room tucked out of the way that seemed to call out him. He thought heard a whispering sound, and a flickering light that might’ve been a pair of eyes. He stepped into the shadows of that little alcove and felt a ripple. It almost hurt, except there was no sensation he could describe. It felt like it lasted an eternity yet no time seemed to pass when it was all done. The man that emerged from the room almost looked like him, almost, except this new man was built with thick corded muscle
He smiled a confident cocky smile as his brain fogged over. His brain was over run with a thoughts of sex and heathenism. He no longer cared about proving or disproving any hoaxes or scientific discovering. He had one thought in his mind: to fuck someone, anyone, and to sing the praises of the unknown entity that had buried its invisible unknowable claws deep inside his soul.
