A giant slug squatting odiously in the corner
A giant slug sprawling odiously in the corner. Drool slides down his
slimy face. His eyes, shimmering in the darkness, reflect the light
of your torch. His head turns as he senses your presence. The stench
of his body causes the bile to rise in your throat. You fight it
down, refusing to add to the filth which surrounds the creature. He
oozes toward you, his body leaving a large shiny trial of vaporus
mucus. As he draws nearer, he opens his cavernous
mouth.
