’ Dolan drifted, his bloated, beaten corpse nearly drained of it’s life. His face was frozen in a twisted expression, a half crazed smile painted on his beak.
The waves crashed and rolled. As the wind howled, if you listened closely, “gooby pls” could be made out amongst the ambient noise…most likely a chant from the village on the coastline to the north.
Suddenly, along the dark sea of dolan comics, a bastion of truth and light shone through the darkness, the illumination overwhelming. Cancer. It was all cancer.
Woldere breathed deeply, and sighed. “acshulay is cansur.”
His voice, however, was drowned out by the chanting. It had grown louder with each passing minute, and now seemed as if it was exponentially amplified. “GOOBY PLS. GOOBY PLS” rang out, piercing to the depths of his very being. He could not escape it. He felt it was closing in on him, as a sense of impending doom began to envelope his psyche.
He stopped, and attempted to plug his ears. His bowels began evacuating themselves with a terrible force. The onslaught of feces, unnatual and vile, continued for what had to have been several minutes. He wondered if it was going to end.
The waste began to writhe, twist, and gather. Soon it had taken a form. A familiar shape. As a twisted smile formed on the shit-entity, Woldere let out an inaudible scream. ‘
- Oxxide (Reddit)