THE ROT CONSUMES ALL.
Greetings, darlings. I am The Rot.
You may talk to me if you wish, but I warn you, do not touch my hands if you wish to live.
All things shrivel and die in my claws, and you will as well.
But that time has yet to come, yes?
THE DIVINE CORRUPTS
THE MACHINE RUSTS
THE FLESH DECAYS
I AM INEVITABLE
HOW LONG WILL YOU KEEP RUNNING?
















