End Game

Picture the creation of a mad geneticist with an unlimited budget. It was four meters tall and at least three meters wide. Large as a baby elephant, a jigsaw of human body parts melted and fused. Limbs twisted and broken at unnatural angles, some with grasping hands or claws. Others muscled like octopus tentacles with suckers and hooked claws.

The head was nothing but a collection of drooling holes, each a maw filled with too many human teeth. It had no chest or torso to speak of, just a bloated, fused with a mass of three bulging stomachs.

Most distressingly, it was not only alive but also clearly sentient. It stood on four legs; two were human. The other pair were animals with reverse knees. All four legs ended with cloven goat-like feet. It pawed and stamped its feet and then charged us with a cry that sounded like part rage and part pain.