From the maze to now
For endless history we rot. it was a volcano that burned and starved us, but it was the greeks who killed us. our priestesses were replaced by cruel kings, our freedom was overturned by crushing tyranny.
Discorporated
I heard a crackling sound, and i leapt up as a hand, gnarled and misshapen and trailing bits of rotted flesh, reached up for me, tearing through the red and white cloth with its broken fingernails.
The Adventures of Devlin Mythryll Episode Twelve: Informer
I don't want to rot in prison. i would rather die than rot in prison." "you don't have much of a choice. if you continue hiding like you are now the galaxy police will find you and send you to prison or you will kill yourself.
Blips - Bittersweet Reunion
They looked rotten, rotting, or altogether inedible.
Dragon Age: Furry- Chapter 1: Chances of Luck
"i have nowhere else besides the circle to go and i'd rather not rot there, so what choice do i have?"
Just A Taste (Hazbin Hotel G/t Soft Vore)
Even then, it was far too late; the serpent soon found himself in the humid cavern, breath rancid with the scent of death and rotting meat.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 19
"it smells of rot." "i've smelled this before in mother's doctor tent. it -" thinking of shekka sent a needle of pain through his heart. for a moment he had forgotten that she was no longer with them.
In the Service of Mystery (Pt. 7)
I sniffed and then retched, it was a foul rotting stench. ahead of me harry had pressed a paw to his nose. i walked over to harry and put my paw on his shoulder. he spun round, his eyes wide.
The Charred Legacy - Chapter 2 -
Sneaking out was the most sensible idea at this moment and leaving this cursed home to remain undisturbed and rot away in the darkness once again...
Reboot Chapter one
Looking around he soon noticed the rest of the mechanical's corps, its body squared on to a broken pillar as the sword pinned its rotting corpse.
Poem #1: The Haunting
Of doom chime the enemy is time of which my release they call memories referred the voices i have heard they enjoy watching me crawl the horror of death i have felt my last breath they laugh and watch as i fall in death it seems i rot
The Wanderer
Tell us how far it dragged you down, please show while you thought those ills far off new york's shore, your pleasures did rot, your feelings were blown away with death's wings . . . gone forevermore.