The extented version
Greed couldn’t breathe
Panick encrouched from all directions
Must win battle
Must win battle
Must win battle
The fog monster had wrapped it’s tentacles around her warped mind
The warrioress was a deadend
Manipulation didn’t work
Abusing her didn’t work
Where is the weak link?
Her eyes darkened
A vicious grin
Grimace what used to be a face
An elderly mother
With ailing health
I take the monster to her
I will let it’s tentacles wrap around her
And so she went
Off to find yet another proxy
For the war against herself
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