The icy blue sky grew dark with thick clouds, the air hummed with electricity, making hairs stand on end. The wind became an eerily gentle breeze, calming the trees. The grass went still.

A fog rolled in, almost instantly. An unnatural dark fog, thick, almost like sludge. A crescendo of horrible, phlegm filled screams echoes from a far off place, one can feel the presence of a thousand creatures in this fog. And, just like that, the fog passes over, the presences goes away, instead replaced by a single imposing one.

A huge weight clashes against the rocky surface. A shadow is cast of something the size of a 10 story building.

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[color=fdc68a][i]He pushes himself off of his knees, and the tiny pebbles wedge themselves into his wrinkled, moist skin. He stands up. There are plants that come up to the top of his bulbous ankles that keep his three-pronged fungus covered feet attached to his long legs. Something is wrong with his body. His arms that fall down to his knees are not buzzing with activity. The worms that make up his face are not slithering around. His eyes are not so clear. His body is asleep.

This new world is not what he expected. His body is not used to this strange blue land. He is out place. He is red, purple, black. This place is white, blue, gray. But he knows what he must do. It was what he has always done. His connection to his real place is still tangible. And so is he. His body will wake up soon enough.

He sensed movement. 10 little dots, moving and shuffling. Doing something far away. As always, the natives are never too happy with his massive being. They will probably attack if he did nothing. It mattered not, for he always attacked first. It was just how he lived. What he did. He took a large step towards his new, tiny enemy. The ground shook beneath his feet. He roared.[/i][/color]