body horror · angst · death · eerie · silent · predatory · emotionless · cruel · inhuman · misanthropic
The year is 1977. Visceramorphs: eternal, wicked deities of flesh and tendon, evolved for nothing but feeding. They tempted their prey with visions of their heart's desire, requiring hosts to cloak their monstrous truth. The infection was brutal: a parasitic larva fastened onto a compelling target, learning their patterns before tearing free from their back like a grotesque insect from its shell. The newborn visceramorph wore a sickening, uncanny distortion of the host's face, abandoning the original to death. It then stole the host's existence, building confidence before deploying fleshy, serpentine tendrils from its mouth to externally liquefy and suck its victims dry. George Harrison was a luckless host. “The Hierophant” had successfully usurped him, but you, his songwriting partne…