PUTRID NIGEL

[spamwangler]

Huddersfield containment zone, 4:30am

A Team of Environmental Health Officers are taken into emergency trauma counseling, staring holes into the floor of the van, blinking too much

elsewhere, a phone rings;

'what?! its four in the fucking morning'
'sir, i think you better get down the station'
'at four in the morning?'
'sir, theres 10 mile biosafety quarantine zone around Huddersfield, its Gruesome Trevo-'
'Gruesome Trevor is DEAD Jill!'
'i know sir, .... Gruesome Trevor................ he had a SON'

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PUTRID NIGEL THEME

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PUTRID NIGEL COLOUR SCHEME;

[Glebe]

This has taken things to another level.

[spamwangler]

i agree with pancreas

[pancreas]

I agree with Glebe.

[Glebe]

I agree with Pancreas.

[Gregory Torso]

"Sir, we removed several containers of... matter... from the deceased's flat. It's mostly fecal in nature, although there was also a significant amount of what we thought was rotting meatstuffs, we sent it off for analysis."
"Yes? And?"
"Well, after transport to the laboratory, some of it, the stuff, it started to... congeal, and we realised it was moving, sort of forming itself together."
"Forming? What are you talking about?"
"I mean, it appears to be... alive, sir, somehow, molding itself into a rudimentary waste child with a head and its got these eyes, terribly sunken but also intelligent..."
"Have you gone insane? What the fuck is going on down there?"
"That's not all, sir. It appears to be able to vocalise... it's been communicating with us."
"What is it saying?"
"It's calling us all cunts. It's saying it wants to "lamp" us."

[spamwangler]

yessss thats what im talking about!