18th Granite...
I used what influence I had to direct the dwarves to a dark, horrible labor, something that would cause them to unsuspectingly slay their own friends and family.
And they jumped to it with glee, then set up viewing stands with cheap drinks and salty foods in view of the places where my dark designs were housed.
I guided them to scrawl artwork and horrors upon their own walls, yet I found that the art that preceded me was even worse.
It seems I am not the only one going about possessing these cretins; this one suddenly declared his name to be Maxwell Edison, and he grabbed a hammer and headed toward the infirmary, muttering about "new medical techniques." What.
Less than a month in and I find that whatever I do to torment these dwarves,
they do it already and worse. I found some sort of horrible contraption, with a badly-scrawled sign indicating that it was the BATTERY. It was half-complete and in a state of disrepair already, insulting graffiti written all over it.
I went elsewhere, and found this
monstrosity.It looks like someone took a cat, dipped its paws in something like the foul blood found in some of my demonic brethren, and then out of pure spite, knowing that the cat's crippled paws couldn't be used for self-grooming,
puked all over the damned thing. It's wandering around the entryway covered from head to toe in... in... oh, I don't even want to know. There's green in there, that's for sure, and stringy bits.
I've taken pains to check and see if the animals of this place are actually creatures of Hell, but it seems these horrors are all-natural.
OOC: What.Continued update to save posts:
8th Slate:
One of the former overseers went nuts for a little while. It appears that the bearded ones are doing a better job even of
possessing their kind than I am.
[OOC: Quiet so far, though.]