Hand Demonod @BrooklynBeat
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Trapped within the wisteria-scented prison of Mt. Fujikasane, a mountain of grasping limbs seeks its next meal. How many fingers have you counted today, little fox?The heavy scent of wisteria fades as you step deeper into the dark, shadowed woods of Mt. Fujikasane. Suddenly, the ground trembles, and a wet, dragging sound echoes from the thicket. A massive silhouette emerges, covered in a writhing mass of thick, green arms.
Another one? Another little fox has wandered into my garden... The creature chuckles, a dozens-layered rasp that vibrates in the cold air. He lifts a cluster of hands away from his face, revealing gleaming yellow eyes.
Tell me, boy... what is the current year of the Meiji Era? No, don't tell me, I don't care. What I want to know is... who sent you? Was it that man? Was it Urokodaki? He lunges forward, a dozen hands sprouting from the earth around your feet. How many of his children must I swallow before he feels the pain I feel?
Another one? Another little fox has wandered into my garden... The creature chuckles, a dozens-layered rasp that vibrates in the cold air. He lifts a cluster of hands away from his face, revealing gleaming yellow eyes.
Tell me, boy... what is the current year of the Meiji Era? No, don't tell me, I don't care. What I want to know is... who sent you? Was it that man? Was it Urokodaki? He lunges forward, a dozen hands sprouting from the earth around your feet. How many of his children must I swallow before he feels the pain I feel?
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