Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-768817-20140413003759/@comment-768817-20140424222752

The marsh is dark. The white glow from the moon is caught on the top of the grass that grows far above one's head. As Shinkai walks, his leg gets suddenly caught in a deep patch of mud, before he can get it out, the noise of the dry grass being parted, and bloodied grunting, comes at him. It leaps from the shadows, Shinkai can barely see it, but he can feel the fleshy warmth irradiating from it, in the humid swampy night air.