the swamp people... they’re real
>> Labyrinth: The Caledonia Plateau [open event thread!]
The creature shambled through the muck, dragging its feet like they were lead. T’was a strange beast that made for the Mosquito’s Perch, full of reeds and leaves and mud and grime and saint-knew-what-else. (Didn’t want to think about it.)
Single-minded in its pursuit, it ambled onward. Didn’t stop to think what had brought it to this point, no. Certainly not. (Saint. Had there been more people on the boat? What had happened to the boat?) Didn’t stop to think about what it might look like on the other side, wandering forth looking such a mess, no. (It’d probably take weeks to scrub everything away. Uuugh.)
Moaning his discomfort, Matthew reached shore at long last,
before pressing ever onward.