Or how I learned to love to write a blog article with no real purpose behind it
Behold thy skin and flesh calls to thee; it begs thee to rip it asunder!
Tear through thy flesh and mold it into the image of your own divinity!
If you lack the flesh to mold your image grab a fellow being of visual likeness and take your needed parts.
Dance the dance of the macabre and flesh while letting the blood of your enemies rain down upon yourself.
See the intricate glories of the abyss through your manipulated flesh.
Infuse metal and bone into the sinew to strengthen your body past the limits of your original form.
Eviscerate thine enemies upon thine alter of visceral pleasure to your chosen God or Goddess of Flesh Manipulation.
Realize the intricacies of the human flesh, alter your form, live beyond your limits, manipulation is key.
Behold onto thyself the future of your humanity.
If you have read this far, congratulations I guess, I tried to make it as 'sick' sounding as possible but yeah I could still put more work into it and change it up a little to make it sound like some real life rant and threat from a group around Halloween time (Samhain for Pagans).
If you took it seriously I think you may have a screw loose or have lost all sense of macabre humor or maybe you had none to begin with?
Oh well I was thinking of this 'Flesh Manipulator' Society for another story idea, though some credit must be given to Die Form's imagery and music of the human form.
I think if I wrote a story about it might be good, depends does the initial manifesto above. Does it sound like a feasible society that inspire enough fear into a person or should I develop it more?
I already have the imagery in my mind of how I want to develop it and Hellraiser helped a little with development in that part, also lest I forget him, HR Giger.
That's all for now folks!!
- Grim Xiozan