09-17-2019, 06:33 PM
A handful of decades ago, some sort of phenomenon occurred in the swamp. A phenomenon that drove the human population away, all the while afflicting the environment with a radioactive burden. One could only infer what truly transpired way back when, though it must have been something inordinately powerful - for its impact nevertheless lingered to this very day. Leroy especially understood the sheer extent of the marshland's pestilent predicament. Out of everybody that formed Tanglewood's motley crew, Leroy spent the most time as a Tangler (save Beck, of course), hence he'd witnessed perhaps the highest amount of radiation-related incidents. The Proxy recalled a circumstance dating all the way back to the prior Autumn, in which a younger member of the group brought forth a hideously contorted rabbit, only to dub it as their pet. He vividly remembered the mixed feelings of repulsion and shock boiling within him as he gawked at the unfortunate mammal's six limbs. It was his first taste of radiation. Unfortunately, it was far from his last.
The tumour latched against his waste, which may be the source of his ultimate undoing, was nothing but a repercussion of Tanglewood's radioactive properties. If anyone was an expert on the swamp's contamination issue, then hell, it was definitely him.
Thus, Leroy could only assume that the root cause of Wormwood's disfigured squirrel was the same cause guilty of mangling the wildlife in a very similar fashion. "That thing looks heavily mutated; I'd advice against puttin' that in your mouth", he informs the hellhound, scrutinizing the prey before him. It seemed to be dead. More dead than it already is. Leroy's initial judgement was that this thing was long since deceased, as it bore the appearance of a rotten creature. According to Wormwood, however, this was prey. A fresh kill. Piecing those two factors together, he concluded that this squirrel was, in fact, mutated.
"Looks mutated," he repeats, this time in a more firm tone than before. The Proxy's hues shift from the dead creature to its killer, before he amusingly adds, "That, or it got beaten with an 'ugly stick'"
The tumour latched against his waste, which may be the source of his ultimate undoing, was nothing but a repercussion of Tanglewood's radioactive properties. If anyone was an expert on the swamp's contamination issue, then hell, it was definitely him.
Thus, Leroy could only assume that the root cause of Wormwood's disfigured squirrel was the same cause guilty of mangling the wildlife in a very similar fashion. "That thing looks heavily mutated; I'd advice against puttin' that in your mouth", he informs the hellhound, scrutinizing the prey before him. It seemed to be dead. More dead than it already is. Leroy's initial judgement was that this thing was long since deceased, as it bore the appearance of a rotten creature. According to Wormwood, however, this was prey. A fresh kill. Piecing those two factors together, he concluded that this squirrel was, in fact, mutated.
"Looks mutated," he repeats, this time in a more firm tone than before. The Proxy's hues shift from the dead creature to its killer, before he amusingly adds, "That, or it got beaten with an 'ugly stick'"