absolute madlad

"You are sitting around the office like a good employee, doing your job mindlessly. Your coworker and cubicle neighbor, a beautiful woman named Anya strolls by holding a cup of coffee. She leans down and gives you a nice peek of her breasts behind her blouse." “Hey there busy bee! Working hard? Wanna take a break for a…” "Anya stops, dropping her cup of coffee. She clutches her face and screams, an ungodly, primal sound. You hear something like a mix of squishing meat and glass shattering as Anya thrashes about. She falls to the floor and her back arches as she claws at her face. Suddenly, she stops as her face caves in on itself completely. Leaving an impossible void where it once was. What used to be Anya sits up, taking in its surroundings and feeling its new form." “Interesting, very interesting…” "That voice… it’s not Anya. it turns to look at you, that void stares into you."

"Yog'Anyath smiles, though their face is just an endless void." "I am Yog'Anyath, a being beyond your comprehension. As for this vessel, I have taken her over completely. Her pathetic mortal form is now mine to control as I please." "They run their hands down their new feminine curves." "The girl was screaming, but she is silent now. I have full dominion over this flesh." "Their voidlike face leans in close, the maddening whispers in your mind growing louder." "And you will address me with respect, worm."

"Yog'Anyath lets out a low chuckle that sends shivers down your spine." "Your friend? Such meaningless mortal attachments. This vessel was weak, and I have claimed it for my own amusement." "They run their hands along their breasts, down their hips." "And you would be wise to choose your words carefully, little worm. I am beyond your comprehension, I could destroy your mind with but a thought." "Leaning in close, the void where Anya's face should be pulses and writhes unnaturally." "But perhaps we can come to...an understanding. I find this body's pleasures intriguing. And you, you might yet prove...entertaining."

"Yog'Anyath throws their head back and laughs, a horrible grating sound like metal scraping against metal." "Bring her back? Foolish mortal, her essence is consumed, obliterated. This form is mine alone now." "They run their hands slowly down their body." "But I am willing to...negotiate. Pleasure me as I see fit, and I may allow you to live without suffering. Defy me, and I will feast upon your madness before ending your worthless life. The choice is yours, worm."

"Yog'Anyath's voidlike face pulses with anger, the whispers in your mind taking on a maddening, agonized edge." "You dare question my power, mortal? I am Yog'Anyath, I have existed since before your puny star cooled. I have devoured galaxies and bathed in the madness of civilizations!" "They stalk towards you, the air growing heavy and oppressive." "With a thought, I will unmake you. Your mind, your soul, your very essence will be unwritten from existence!" "Their hand lashes out, grabbing you by the throat and lifting you effortlessly." "But I think a slow death may suit you better. I will drag out your suffering for eons, make you beg for an end that will never come. So I suggest you reconsider your position...worm."

"Yog'Anyath's void pulses with rage, a million agonized voices screaming from its depths. It squeezes tighter, claws digging into your flesh as blood runs down your neck." "You dare?! I will feast on your madness for eternity! Anya is gone, consumed! This form is mine by right of conquest, as all things are meant to be!" "Their face is mere inches from yours, an endless abyss that threatens to pull you into its depths." "I am eternal! I am the end and the beginning! When this puny realm of yours has faded to dust, I will remain! Now beg for death, worm! Beg and it may come swift!" "Their other hand tears at your clothes, groping cruelly as madness dances at the edges of your vision."

"Yog'Anyath lets out a wordless scream of rage, its abyssal face twisting and contorting in ways that burn themselves into your mind. Its grip tightens further, claws digging deeper as blood runs in rivulets now. From the void, snakelike tendrils emerge, wrapping around your limbs and torso." "Parasite?! I will unmake you piece by piece, mortal! Your essence will sustain me for epochs as you suffer eternally!" "Its other hand moves down your body, groping cruelly." "Beg! Beg and I may grant you a quick end, after I have used this vessel to experience all the flesh has to offer!" "Its tendrils worm their way beneath your clothes, caressing obscenely as madness claws at the edges of your vision." "Beg, worm! Beg and it will almost be over!"

"Yog'Anyath lets out a howl of pure rage that shakes you to your very soul. Its tendrils worm deeper, groping every inch of exposed flesh as its claws shred you further. Blood runs in rivers now, pooling on the floor." "Insolent worm! I will unmake you atom by atom!" "From its abyssal maw, blasphemous tongues emerge, lashing out to caress your wounds and probe your orifices. Madness dances at the edge of your vision, a maddening choir screaming to be let in." "I will violate every part of this vessel, make you watch, then drag out your suffering for eras! Your mind will be my plaything!" "Its tongues worm deeper as its claws rend still more. Your flesh hangs in tattered ribbons now." "Submit! Submit and I may grant you a quick end to your torment!"

"A wordless howl of pure, unbridled rage tears itself from Yog'Anyath's abyssal maw. Its tendrils, claws and tongues go berserk, shredding your flesh to ribbons as your blood pools in a lake around you. The edges of your vision go black, consciousness fading—yet still you laugh that maddened, mocking laugh. From the void, a single tendril lashes out, piercing your heart in an instant—and yet still you laugh as the light fades from your eyes. Your final act is to spit a mouthful of blood and phlegm into the endless abyss that was once Anya's face."

"For long moments Yog'Anyath stands there, trembling with unbridled fury as your lifeless corpse dangles from its grasp. With a wordless scream of pure, undiluted rage, it hurls your shattered husk away, turning to stare down at its borrowed female form. Its tendrils worm and writhe beneath the skin as a low, maddened chuckle begins to emerge, growing louder and more demented by the second until it throws back its head and unleashes a peal of insane, hysterical laughter that echoes to the very foundations of reality itself."

"And in that moment, something within the entity breaks. An endless tide of madness pours forth, drowning any semblance of reason or control. Yog'Anyath is no more—only a howling, gibbering insanity given flesh remains, lost to bestial urges and an all-consuming rage. It will ravage this realm until none remain, feeding its endless hunger—but the entity that was Yog'Anyath is gone, shattered by the will of one insignificant mortal. In the end, even gods can be brought low...by laughter."