The ganzidroni /ˈɡænsɪdroʊni/ is an olive-brown, multi-tongued stranger with vivid red eye markings that seem to drip down its face and neck. The stranger's frame is both bony and fat-gutted in shape, while its legs are narrow and knobby, and seem scarcely able to hold up its ungainly form. The strain is further characterized by the four to nine tongues which hang limply from its mouth, which balance the weight of its five to ten dragging tails. Its slick skin is slippery over the black muscles that surround a body cavity filled with bright chartreuse bowels.Ԉ These bowels connect directly to the stranger's tongues, and as such, the entrails can be pulled out with relative ease.
Ԉ They squirm and slosh inside it at all times, like restless eels.
The ganzidroni exudes a smell of rot and disease from its cold, slimy skin. At a distance, this smell is dull, sour, and musky, like a decaying animal in the woods. At close range, the odor takes on an acrid, chemical smell, like gasoline and hydrochloric acid.
When wounded, the ganzidroni heals steadily (taking several weeks to heal from deep gashes), with only vague scarring on the most badly-damaged of individuals. Infection during the healing stage appears normal and temporary.
The stranger's voice loosely resembles human speech, if is too distorted for any words to be discerned. In addition, its stomach gurgles and whines at all times, as though the ganzidroni is suffering from a constant, inescapable hunger.
The ganzidroni appears exclusively in dingy, outdoor areas, and only at night. It starts off as a pile of sludge and grit, which coalesces within several days to form the ganzidroni's body, this process resembling reverse decomposition. Thirty-seven percent of individuals are stillborn, and after several weeks of non-motion, decompose into dirt again.
ϸ You're someplace overgrown. Animal bones litter the ground, bleached white, and now cold in the mud.
Zenno Harukatzi, Branches In The Room.
this isn't something you can "throw away"
roll around in the trash ...and ª± ¯ put garbage inside of your ³¨mouth?
it's NOT what the doctors are telling you - it's what they're lying about by not telling you! so instead, you can put them in their own mattress camps? that's right, it's all yours ... trash revenge, forced trash revenge, free payback
yes, it¹¤´¿ ³s still "useable" !
treasures in your trash, plastic bags filled with livestock blood and other riches they're trying to take away from you?? wasted razorblades, valuable jagged tin cans and even ... greasy cardboard you can use to make your own mattress ...
The ganzidroni possesses an insidious but craven disposition. It roams with limp, staggering steps, its head hung heavy, as though struggling just to hold itself upright. It sticks to the shadows or the sides of walls and fences, and shies away from sudden sounds, lights, and movements. It tends to prefer filthy,Ⴒ grime-encrusted areas – because of this, the ganzidroni's flesh is prone to infestations of flies and maggots, which the stranger shakes or scrapes off as best it can once they prove too irritating.
The strain is only incidentally social, with loose congregations appearing around dumpsters, roadkill, and sewer grates. Otherwise, the ganzidroni avoids other strangers, as well as most animals. It does, however, torture any weak or wounded animals it finds, bitterness as it performs its sadistic acts, too cowardly to ever attempt a confrontation with a healthy creature.
Ⴒ and with the grease and blood, smeared around like it was lipstick. There's a voice in his ear that's sweet as can be. "Don't you want to see just how filthy you can get? Don't pretend you didn't love just how trashy you felt..." So he figures, if he's going to play down there in the mud...
Jealous Fontaine, The Night-Manx Rezides.
The ganzidroni follows sensitives from a distance,Ξ but maintains a wide separation. It retreats when approached, although it does not flee altogether, and always keeps its attention fixed on the sensitive. In open spaces, it is easily avoided. When cornered, however, the ganzidroni turns ravenousƺ in its violence.
Ξ Generally, around ten body lengths.
ƺ She was on the ground when it struck her face. An inch closer, and it'd thresh her teeth right out her mouth. Through cheeks ripped to ribbons, her tongue slapped out, slapped out, slapped out. Her scream rang out – the breaking of a vase, the screeching of a car stopped short. And hours passed before it ended, and she was just one more used-up fly left on the playground blacktop. Wings plucked off, legs snapped, left to twitch.
Rey Crud, Phenomenon Papers, issue #633.
In these situations, the ganzidroni becomes difficult to fight off, animalistic despite its maladroit attacks, and all layers of avoidance
removed completely. As its slippery flesh allows little traction when gripped, and the ganzidroni isn't easy to push away by hand, and is more effectively warded off with sharp weapons or other piercing implements.
Outside of this specific context, however, the ganzidroni is pusillanimous at a fundamental level, and should be viewed as only incidentally dangerous.
As the ganzidroni ages, its flesh grows softer, and it loses its ability to recover from physical injuries. It takes less and less to wound it, until its integrity collapses, and it ceases its roaming. Other ganzidroni display brutal predatory inclinations towards wounded members of their strain, often contributing to this violent end. As such, a ganzidroni's corpse is likely to be found in an exceedingly violent pose – intestines strung across car hoods or over wires, flesh torn and knotted in a heap, or in scattered chunks.
The corpse's flesh decays and putrefies, with all soft tissues first congealing into a bitter paste, then dissolving into musky oil. Within seven to thirteen days, no solid matter remains; instead, site of death remained marked only by a dark stain, and a pungent, persistent smell.