"The uttermost catastrophe, surpassing your worst dreams.
Chewing at the insides of vomit-coated cheeks, to prevent your final screams.
A hoard of decayed twisted filth, a horrid mass of wormy flesh.
The air fills with the stench of rot, diseased and fetid putrid death.
A thirst for blood the taste of flesh, their only thought the need to eat."
* BrickWarriors: Hands
* Non-LEGO: Armor