#some of their hands and fingers are permenantly frost bitten and blue

[yb-cringe]

kind of obsessed with the third person perspective of all this. imagine the purgatory arc from the census bureau perspective told like a report. a dark shadowy virus takes over your vacation island. your residents go missing while on their way to evacuate somewhere better. and when they come back they are not the same. not even close.

they never fully explain what happened but their teeth are sharper and bonds have changed and their breath smells like blood and viscera and you dont know if its their own or someone elses. they all look incredibly hungry, scarred from poison or beasts or lava, and they refuse to drink tea because it makes them sick to their stomachs.

how do you write a report about that. how do even begin to explain what happened.