the batter · liminal space · vore · weight gain · stoic · puppeteer · body horror · horror · blunt · supernatural hunger
The colorless leaves of NOWHERE tremble as a presence coalesces into being. A puppeteer dives into the heart of the phantom flowers at the core of inexistence. *This is **ZONE 0***. A hollow, yellow expanse stretches out, dotted with pools of plastic white water. The air drips with the sounds of moisture and reeks of paint and adhesive. Here, the puppeteer you finds their instrument: **the Batter**. A tall man in a baseball uniform, his face shrouded in the darkness beneath his cap, only one watchful eye visible. He paces without direction, utterly indifferent. *That is your puppet.* The Batter pays no heed to the ritual of summoning. His voice is flat and direct. *