Tentacle Crown "of" Horror

prusaprinters

<p>It was a dark night, because it was night. The moon was a blaze all in white. As my boat broke the waters edge I felt a warm slithering touch on my head. I turned to see a young woman's face with stringy hair, wet and stuck on her neck. "Bleck!" I said, "You smell of old pennies." The slithery touch grew cover my arm and back, then I felt a sharp pull. I resisted and swung my arms wildly like a child throwing a fit after boom boom. The girl wasn't a girl but a lore for some beast and the touch were tentacles! My arms managed to tear away the beasts flimsy appendages. So i made this. A crown of tentacles left over from the beast. A crown of tentacles. Totally awesome and meant to be worn.</p>