You were hiding away in the Royal Waterways. It was damp, and Fluke eggs infested every corner and crevice.

You soon came across an ungodly sight. The mother of the Flukes, Flukemarm. She was cradled up in her nest, birthing endless eggs, multiplying her race’s numbers. She was foul, birthing holes all over her body as she made slobbering noises.

However, she also lacked a spouse to love. She was a lovesick mother. Multiple Fluke’s around you grabbed you and held you down, moving you to the sticky restrictive silk that the Flukemarm was kept dangling on. Her foul smelly form presses against yours as she coos distortedly.

...Breed… Kill... Keep Away...