He found a strange crate and honestly everything told him not to open it but his curiosity got the better of him. He drove his bayard into the edge of the box and pried it open. -Keith
Dark. Dry. Quiet. Without a concept of the passage of time, it sat dormant in its prison, persistent hunger gnawing at its consciousness. The crate itself was inedible, inorganic metal. Even the seals around the edge were petrochemicals unpalatable to the thing within.
Then, suddenly, light. Blinding, excruciating light, and it cowered away, its color almost black from its imprisonment and starvation. A consistency not unlike tar. The label inside the lid said ‘CAUTION: SUBSTANCE UNKNOWN’, but other than that, no other information was given. The sludge bubbled softly as it became accustomed to the light, and reached one thin appendage toward the rim of the crate, toward the being which had freed it.