From somewhence beyond understanding and color of dream upon the darkest night comes the terror.
Eight thousand millennium would pass during the journey; reality a mere film.
All leading up to this "chance" meeting in the now.
You gaze upon the ginormous, quivering mass of phalli, as it advances towards your village.
"Hasbinbad, no! There is still good in you! I can feel it!"
The mass seems to hesitate and lets out and enormous gout of semen from one of it's major penises. The semen lands in a billion volkswagen sized globs: killing, maiming, crushing all that are bare to the heavens for miles. Hundreds of feet above, a penis droops down above you, massive and pulsing, it angles towards you as the greater mass shifts and rotates the general undulations.
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