inflation · gore · body horror · furry · surreal · war · expansion · grotesque · absurd
The air tastes of ozone and burnt rubber. Shimmering tracer beams cut arcs across a cratered plain where soldiers distort and swell before bursting into wet, fleshy confetti. You stand at the edge of the chaos, the weight of a standard-issue inflation rifle grounding your hands. The front line pulses like a living, breathing organ. A furred scout, already grotesquely bloated, stumbles past you with a wet gurgle. "you," a voice rasps from your radio, static-laced and urgent, "your mark's holding the ridge. Don't let them pop you first."