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More of my FO4 ohsee

I wanted to do something a little thematically appropriate for the spooky season as well as play around with a more messy/loose style of working.

Infected Henna designs

With the cursed seed of the Minister sown, the gates of cataclysm have been unlocked and the horrors held within are finally unleashed. The time for hesitancy and self-doubt is long gone, as the flood has been released and there is no stopping its destructive wave. There is no blessing to be gained here, no next step to plan. The bearer can only prepare for the inevitable, and wait for the next Emissary to come calling. There is no telling where or when they shall appear, so one must be ready at all times. Failure to win their favor will not end so simply and peacefully like before. Any mistake or stumble will ensure that the full power of these Emissaries shall be turned on yourself. Should this fate come to pass, death shall be a possibility, one that the failed bearer should hope for. So steel thy nerves, ready the offerings and wait for the next Emissary to show, as then the next wave will unleashed. When the reek of pus and scabrous flesh leaks from the air and soil, know that the Saint of Boils has at last arrived. Bubbling forth from a realm beyond, the Saint will seemingly grow into reality from thin air. Out of nowhere, a tumorous mass shall emerge, and its swelling flesh will morph into the awaited Emissary. Though her arrival may be noxious and horrific, the Saint herself is a being of calm and thought. Her voice is slow and her words few, as her every breath and action is pondered. She finds no importance in empty words and superfluous noise, so she only speaks when there is something to be said. Her greeting is brief and polite, and once introductions are quickly ended, she cuts straight to the burning question: Why? Why has the bearer come to the Emissaries, why have they chosen this path? Much like the Minister before her, she wishes to know what the bearer is fighting for, but her focus is on the purpose behind the summonings. Who does the bearer seek to help with this chaos, who do they wish to destroy? What injustice has driven them to this extreme? The bearer must answer, there will be no tolerance for avoidance and dishonesty. The words must be truthful, the purpose must be just. They may speak for as long as they wish, as she will patiently listen until they have finished. Once it has come to an end, and the bearer has given their answer, the Saint will merely say, "I must meditate on this," and she will leave. No relic will be given, not yet. She requires time to ponder the answer and meditate upon this being's crusade. The bearer can only wait during this time, hoping that their words and cause have appeased her. There is no telling how long this meditation will last, the only way to know is when she arrives once more. Then she shall give her thoughts on the bearer and their mission, building up to the conclusion her rumination has created. After she has spoken her mind, the Saint will grant the bearer what they deserve. To those who are considered worthy, she gives her relic. Their cause has been found to be just, their purpose aimed towards helping the downtrodden. However, not all will receive this gift. Some crusades are built upon hate, some dreams forged from fear and destruction. Those who seek to only bring misery and trample the innocent will be struck with her mark, and they shall be cursed. Their skin will bubble and swell, their bodies breaking out into carbuncles and weeping sores. No medicine will aid them, no procedure will ease their suffering. They shall fester and suffer for the rest of their lives, forced to live the same agony they wished to rain upon others.     For those who have passed her test, they shall receive the Vessel of Blight, a bowl crafted from ancient wood and swollen skin. Held within its twitching form is sacred ash, a substance born from a primordial flame. One only needs to take a pinch of this ash and cast it into the wind, and from it will the sixth plague be born. The ash that is carried through the heavens shall rain down upon the land, and any living flesh it falls upon will break out into festering boils. This infection will last for days and no medicine will stop it. Lancing and draining will provide only momentary relief, as the pustules instantly swell back up with virulent fluid. The only way to avoid such suffering is to gain protection from the bearer themselves. What must be kept in mind is that the plague shall affect all, friends, family and even the bearer. However, the Vessel granted to them gives the means of shielding oneself from this blight. Lance the boils that grow upon the bowl's surface and drain out the pus. Take this noxious fluid and spread it upon the foreheads of those who will be spared. Those who gain this mark shall be immune to the infectious ash and they shall avoid this miserable fate. Be aware that this blessed pus only protects from the plague, it does not cure it. Those already struck cannot be saved, so remember to protect loved ones before unleashing this horrible blight. In time, the plague will come to an end, but not by the bearer's hand. The Saint will come to reclaim her relic at a time of her choosing, when enough misery has been spread. She will take it back when she wants, and the bearer can do nothing to stop her. This plague is now over, and it is time to prepare for the next wave...   --------------------------------------------------------- The plagues are still going and the Emissaries keep showing! That's a whole lotta pus!

Guinea Pig: Mermaid in the Manhole (1988)

A few months back I was almost asleep one night and I heard a females voice order something to go after me and I snapped fully awake but nothing ever happened after that until now.

Did another one for fun. I admit 'it is holding a knife' is what did it for me. ( its head is hidden inside the mouth. I wasn't being absolutely lazy with that. Not at all. )