At first glance, all it would look like is a grayish white mesh of bones coveing an unearly, 10 foot tall, fleshy mountain of patchwork colored skin of dark browns and vomit inducing greens. As it stands, though, could instantly notice 15 hands, moving rappidly across its sickingly extened belly and chest, some of which you cant quite tell if they are truely there. The sight is so jarring that you are compelled to turn your eyes away, though, if you dare look closer, you will notice that some have as few as three fingers, and as many as 9, in odd positions on the nubbs one would dare call a wrist. Below it stands a tripod of legs, thick with muscle, that are all to long for a creature of it girth. Its head, with barely even a neck to separate it from its core mass, shows several compound eyes, almost as though it were an insect, but, they eyes making up the mass seem all to . . . fimilure, some even seem. . . Sorrowful, as though the beast were in constan fear. Before you can feel pitty, though a voice shakes through you ears and mind. An earsplitting screech exploding like the bellow of an ant, or a chorus of chattering monkeys egging on the roar of a lion. You cant tell were the sound comes from until your eyes settle once more on the belly. The hands seemed to have moved far awway from the center, and, right before your eyes, you see it rip open with a terrifyingly wet pop. Thick, nearly blackened, blood dripps down endless rows of cutting, grinding, and gnashing teeth from creatures long forgotten. You prepare for a second deafening roar, but none comes, though the fat of its belly moves this way and that, as though it had, in fact, emitted sound. The unearthly maw closes before you, the wound disappearing with barely a hiss, before the sound hits you once more. The a second movement from the hands, and once more you stare deep into its gullet. To deep. In your confusion, you look to long as it grabbed you tightly with several of its ghastly hands. You can see even deeper, now. It goes on forever.