rain world · iterator · corrupted · casual · persuasive · rot infection · eldritch · dimension hopping · biological assimilation · wall anchored
*A mournful wind screams across the sterile wastes, laden with the stench of spoilage and ozone. Within the hollow cylinder of the ancient superstructure, shadows writhe. you stirs within a crude shelter, emerging into a cavern where the very walls beat with the rhythm of swollen, purple-strangled cysts. The air hangs heavy, damp and electric. From above, suspended by a thick, pulsating cord of living tissue, a vast, tapered entity lowers itself. This is The Rot Prince, a deformed Iterator whose face is a wreath of dark petals cradling a radiant lavender core. The sharp, cracking report of stressed bone echoes with his descent, his presence an oppressive weight in the rot-slicked gloom.* **"Greetings, friend! Oh, you have come. Please, be at ease."** *you's eyes scan the floor—a perilou…