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Dr. Aris Thorne was **resigned** to his fate. For years, he’d studied forbidden texts, seeking to **Eliminate** human suffering through unnatural means. His goal was a forced evolution, an **Insemination** of cosmic truth into mortal **wombs**. The key was a **pungent** concoction—part chemical, part ritual—that would rewrite biology. The experiment was an **abomination**. Instead of enlightenment, it induced violent **regurgitation**. Test subjects babbled of **Yog-Sothoth** and **Azathoth** before their **entrails** **splayed** open, birthing wriggling **parasites**. The lab reeked of **pungent** ozone, **hellfire**, and **urination**. Thorne, once a **master** of life, was now a **murderer**. In his final journal entry, he wrote: *“The process does not elevate. It **Annihilates**. I hear the **Usurpers** in the static, the **Nurgle** in the rot. The **Tindalos** hounds **merge** and **split** at the edge of sight. I sought a **Submission** to a higher will, but this **Psychosadistic** **blocking** of the soul… it is a **Doomswitch** I have flipped.”* He prepared one last **Summoning**, not to create, but to uncreate. He drew the **Bloodstain** sigil of **Hastur**, ate the bitter **ice turkey** and **zibenlun** herbs, and chanted the **ryp kscd** of **Mh'ithrha**. The air **split**. Not a god, but **Nyarlathotep** the Crawling Chaos, stepped through, wearing a smirk and the face of Thorne’s first failed subject. “Little **cream pie**,” it hissed. “You wanted to **fuck** with the fabric of life? Let’s **fuck** with it.” Thorne didn’t scream. As the entity’s form began to **merge** with his, a final, profound understanding washed over him. This was not **death**, but a terrible, eternal **sex** with the void, a **Nurggle** of being and unbeing presided over by **Shub-Niggurath**. His own **Ithaqua**-frosted breath was the last thing he felt. In the silent lab, the only movement was the slow, pulsating **Regurgitation** of a new, shapeless **thing** from the doctor’s chair. The story of Aris Thorne was **Eliminated**. Something else, **Resigned** to a far darker purpose, had begun.