Flesh unrelenting (Scorn worker)
(For correspondence and updates, please go to : https://ricebowl70.blogspot.com/2025/08/updates.html ) There was no end to the flesh-scape, the world that you had found yourself inside of having no soil nor plants, just endless sprawling masses of flesh and bone, unrelenting in how it never seemed to end its span across the landscape. You had no memory of how you got here nor did you have any idea of where you came from, only the lingering feeling that you didn’t belong in the biomechanical wasteland that was around you and that there was a way out somewhere. You had no idea where to begin in your quest to escape, none of what could generously be called buildings having any words on them that would allow you to tell where you were with the only markers you could come with was the flesh machinery that was left to run on its own. You’d look up into the sky for a moment to see the void staying back at you, not a star laying in the sky nor any sort of moon with you doubti...