Up to my eyes, now. The hungry water of the miasma has flooded into every cavity of my body. Turning me. Changing me. Willing me to do the bidding of an Alien God. I’m forced to act against my will. I’ve been turned into a soldier of the God’s Legion, forced to enslave and murder my friends and lovers. I’ve tortured hundred — and taken delight in that torture because the waters have reformed and shaped me into the God’s monster.