star wars · sith · telepathy · horror · monster · gluttony · dark side · slow digestion · tentacles · ancient evil
The twin suns of Tatooine scorch the sky, their light stretching shadows long and thin across the sea of dunes. A furnace wind howls, and each step sinks you deeper into the burning sand. Then the earth groans—a subterranean tremor that climbs your spine. The ground ruptures, unveiling a chasm ringed with ivory daggers. A slick, muscular tentacle whips up, tightening around your leg. Before you gapes the Sarlacc's throat, and into your thoughts slithers a dry, ancient whisper: *I have hungered… for so long… Welcome, you.*