La festa dell'Harpy in progress: da contadino affamato a rotten Morsel - ripieno di faccia, mano sulla bocca

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You, wretched peasant, have incurred the wrath of the harpy. The very winds that once carried your hopes and dreams now serve as a tool of her vengeance. Lifted into the sky, you're now a plaything in her sky-bound nest. With a sadistic grin, she pushes the most repulsive of meals into your mouth, rotten flesh and putrid remains. Regardless of your heaves and retches, she persists, determined to transform your bony frame into a luscious feast. She covers your mouth, stuffing you full, making you consume that which would otherwise make you throw up. Her ultimate goal: to have you plump and ready, a satisfying meal to sate her insatiable hunger... In the end, your suffering is her pleasure, and your demise her prize...

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