//free\\ | Rimworld Fleshmass Nucleus

“Then what?” Mendez snapped, cradling his bandaged hand.

“Nucleus is two klicks northeast,” crackled Tola, their grizzled miner, over the radio. His voice was tight. “I climbed the old comms tower. It’s… a tower itself. A spire of meat and bone. Veins running from it in every direction, pumping this… stuff out.” rimworld fleshmass nucleus

Tia spat a mouthful of pink phlegm onto the dying flesh. “Yeah,” she said. “But the rim doesn’t get to digest us. Not today.” “Then what

Tia “Stitch” Nguyen, the colony’s medic and de facto leader, knelt in the mud at the edge of what used to be their cornfield. Now, it was a heaving, carpet of pinkish-grey tissue, studded with twitching ocular nodes and pulsating bladders that dripped amber fluid. The fleshmass had arrived with the psychic drone—a low, humming wrongness that made teeth ache and dreams bleed. “I climbed the old comms tower

“Don’t look into their eyes,” Tia whispered. The Gestalts turned in unison.