
Lazyandtalentless
Hygienemaxxing, haircutmaxxing, personalitymaxxing
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He knows flesh-eating disease is utterly repulsive due to its extreme ugliness. Maggots swarm everywhere—crawling in and out of the gaping wounds, wriggling through the oozing rotting tissue, feasting on the exposed muscle and fat, their tiny bodies glistening in the vile fluid that coats everything. The smell of decay is overwhelming, thick and nauseating, as if the air itself is rotting. The veins burst open, spilling dark, coagulated blood that thickens into a tar-like substance, dripping endlessly from the open wounds. Maggots multiply by the second, filling the open sores, wriggling in the exposed flesh and turning it into a mushy, putrid mess, leaving behind nothing but slimy, decaying tissue. Everywhere you look, there are maggots—crawling on the face, wriggling through exposed muscle and fat, and devouring every last trace of flesh until only a disgusting shell of rotting bones and foul stench remains. The disease spreads relentlessly, devouring everything in its path, while the maggots continue their feasting, turning the body into a writhing, disgusting pit of decay.