Your friend, he was infected by this… this thing. There was no reverse. There was no cure.

SPREAD.

You cautiously roamed Yoricks Resting place. Something seemed off. The corrupt nature, the spikes, they were wood. You didn’t think much of it. That’s when your best friend… well, past best friend, walked up to you.

Rochas313 stared at you. The infection had finally reached his brain, causing him to go mad. And his body. It was covered in… wood. Like replacements for his limbs. He tilted his head and took a step closer to you.