make bad art for the love of the game now!

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Writing on the wall

2026-03-07

One last careful stroke and his latest phrase is complete. "Generations churn beneath heedlessly blazing beacons" emblazoned across the tavern wall. He tilts back to examine his work, finally seeing with his eyes what his mind knew to be there all along. This canvas was stubborn, the wood shrugging off acid where limestone would have bubbled away under his maxillae. He doesn't mind. His tunnels were as in need of shaping as anywhere, but the density of history unwritten out here pulls him like a lighthouse. He will make it real, he knows, as he skitters off into the dark.

this writing is inspired by a creature in a cosmic-horror shadowdark game I ran that my players named the bookwyrm. here is a drawing of it that i made based on this diving beetle larva