dare I?

[philrancid]

And so the plague rat bore another son, a pestilent beast whose single heartfelt goal was the propagation of disease. He was the latest, the greatest of his poxy father's progeny, and he knew it was within him to reduce man to a sickly beast cowering in the darkness of Death. There would come a great death upon the Two-legs, a seeping, weeping sickness that would spread through his ranks like a firestorm, striking down highborn and lowly alike.

From their thrones in the sewers, they sent glittering eyes upward, and their sharp, festering teeth were bared in wicked smiles of contentment.

Soon would it be so.