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It's over. It's just...all over. What is there to even say in a time like this? Everything has fallen apart, and everyone has just given up. What remains of our once great force is just stragglers who have no better place to go. Some stubborn scientists who refuse to quit on their research, and folk who just want to pretend that they are fighting for something. Pretty much every government has pulled out at this point, and the companies who had joined this effort for the PR have finally decided that the facade is over. Why cling to a sinking ship? Though, there really isn't a whole lot afloat these days. The titans have pretty much won at this point, we can't do a thing to them. Every city and town they have encountered has wound up destroyed, despite all our efforts to drive them away. Hundreds of thousands of people have lost their homes to these creatures, and that number will only grow with time. We tried to protect them, to show the world that there was nothing to fear, but all we have done is added to the endless list of casualties. We couldn't defend their homes, so we turned our efforts to helping the refugees, but what good is such aid when all of it gets trampled by some overheating worm or droning ball of spikes? We can't get these people far enough away from these walking disasters, and plenty of countries have closed their borders to refugees and pretty much everyone else. They are all just putting up their walls and hunkering down, praying that their meager defenses are enough when a screeching buzzard comes barreling through their skies.

We spent so much time and money praying that A.N.A. would reveal some kind of weakness that we could exploit. This bizarre substance had to have a flaw, one that would let us end these titans once and for all. This research has only led to the birth of more monstrosities, to the point where governments are finally banning and destroying the stuff. People don't even want that tainted blood in their country, as they now fear creating a personal demon to terrorize them. We still have our supply, but it seems to be doing little good for us. Still no breakthroughs, no leads. After all this time, we only learned about how horribly we screwed ourselves and nothing more. It showed us how we let this rampant mutagen run wild through our world, infecting land and sea. Each titan that rose from the corpse of the leviathan was just a reminder of our mistakes, a monument to our stupidity and ego. Even when we learned of its power, we still screwed it up. We rushed to sanitize the tainted city and its rotting carcass, burning it all in a sea of flame. For some time, we thought we had succeeded, that this epicenter of A.N.A. was destroyed for good. Then the charred rubble and burnt flesh began to move, and our newest terror rose from the ash.

The public opinion is that we created this newest titan, that our burning of the city served as a catalyst. However, our research suggests that this terror existed before the destruction, and was just roused by all the commotion and flame. Not like any of that matters, who would even listen to us? We are the ones who killed the leviathan and unleashed A.N.A. upon the world. We couldn't even kill the resulting titans to atone for our sins. Even if people believed us, what would that do? No one is coming to our aid, and no one is even thinking of working together. The days of humanity banding together to stop the great threat are far gone, we have just scurried to our burrows to await our cruel fates. This newest titan will just be watched in fear, while people around the globe pray it never winds up on their shores. Each of these monstrosities are a terror, but this one is easily the worst of all. It's not even an animal, it didn't come from our world. We actually think it came from the leviathan itself, born directly from its corpse. It is not a mutated scavenger or random animal, it's a cancer, a sickness that may have slumbered in the great beast before it perished. Studies from collected samples show it to be nothing more than a stew of malignant cells, growing and warping under the influence of A.N.A.. Perhaps this is the leviathan's revenge, its dying wish to see us all suffer for our actions. Its immune system kept this cancer in check, but once that was gone it grew ravenous. The whole time we wondered and argued about the massive carcass, it hid in the flesh and blood. It fed on all the filth and dead scavengers, slowly growing in power as it feasted. When we at last decided to burn it all, we simply seared its husk and revealed its true nature. An amalgamation of titan flesh and countless corpses, "Poreskoro" is a living nightmare for all of humanity.

This towering pile of cancer walks upon dozens of legs, stolen and grown from its countless victims. Failed wings burst from its flesh, and its "head" is a massive wound that vomits skull and bone. Though its great bulk was started by the leviathan's carcass, it has grown and sustained itself by devouring everything in its path. It is an absolute ghastly abomination to look at, but its mutated body and limbs are not the real threat. The true danger falls from the sky and leaks onto the earth. As it shambles and drags itself across the land, Poreskoro is constantly puking and secreting blood. Oceans of the stuff are sprayed into the air from its endless mouths, causing it to rain down like a crimson storm. Its swollen mass and vile pustules leak and vomit this horrible fluid onto the very ground it treads, making it so that this titan is constantly wallowing in a red marsh of blood. This nasty fluid carries no disease or poison, it instead bears the worst weapon of all: itself. The endless sea of blood is made up of its own cancerous cells, and they hunger for new flesh. A single drop upon exposed skin will result in assimilation, as the cancer burrows into the body and infects everything around it. At first, folk will only see a red welt upon their body, right where the infectious fluid made first contact. Over the course of hours, that red will spread across their whole body, as the cells hijack and devour. Victims begin to sweat profusely, and their hair slowly falls out. The mind will start to degrade, as their brain is assimilated and turned to cancer. As they are turned, they will begin to feel a pull, a need. Something within them tells them to return, to become one with the flesh. Though Poreskoro vomits all this cancer, every bit of it yearns to return to the whole. Infected victims will be drawn towards Poreskoro, believing that this monstrosity holds the answer. What excuses they come up with vary by person, some swear that this pull offers them a way out, that Poreskoro can cure them. Others fall into the delusion that there is salvation within this mountain of flesh, that becoming one with it is akin to paradise. Stories from the disaster zones even speak of people claiming that dead relatives or past regrets are calling them, beckoning them to some great beyond. Whatever it is that draws them, they will run and stumble to the horrible beast and become one with it. Upon contact with its flesh and crimson mire, their cancer ridden bodies break down into the basic components of being and flow into the mass. Their bodily soup will add to the wretched titan, feeding it and giving it more fuel to vomit.

So great is this need to return to Poreskoro, that even the fallen blood will eventually seek it out. The fluid that doesn't infect a viable host will flow towards the titan, defying gravity and physics. It slithers like sentient water, going uphill and even flowing over obstacles. It will rejoin the bloody soup and eventually be spit forth again, perhaps finding a victim to assimilate this time. This drive makes it impossible to save the infected, as they will get to Poreskoro one way or another. Some thought that restraining these folk so they couldn't rejoin the mass was a way to save them, but it only delayed the inevitable. Those that are locked away will slowly lose their minds, screaming and flailing like trapped animals. Demands to be set free will devolve into bestial noises and screeches. They will break their own limbs to try and get free, clawing at walls and bars until their fingers are bloody bones. If they are still restrained, their minds and bodies will begin to break down, their feral voices turning to terrible gurgles. The cancer needs to return, and if this body cannot accomplish that, then it will go its own way. After enough time of imprisonment has passed, the victim will suddenly go still. Their skin hardens like a cocoon, and their horrible screaming will come to an end. This brief silence brings a moment of calm and confusion, until that shell cracks open and a wave of cancerous blood pours out. In these instances, the cancer has turned their entire internal anatomy into a bloody soup, leaving only a husk of skin. That cocoon will split and an entire human's worth of blood, flesh and liquid bone will spill out and slither back home to Poreskoro. All that remains of the victim is a frozen statue of hollow skin, the shell of their humanity that they left behind. Pictures and videos of these husks have spread across the world, terrifying everyone as they witness ghost towns filled with these shells. The rest of themself flows into the titan and nourish it. Blood for infecting, flesh for building and bone for molding. It turns these resources into more limbs and skulls, multiplying and splitting like some grotesque fractal. We all fear what will happen as it grows. Will it just keep growing until it consumes everything, or will it eventually split into two and become a reproducing plague that will swallow the earth? We don't know. We just....don't know.

Some have wondered if Poreskoro would assimilate the other titans, but it appears that everyone keeps their distance. It is not just that the other beasts avoid it, but Poreskoro themself seems to steer away from the territory of others. So we can't even count on them taking each other out, as they seem content to share this new world. Maybe that is the lesson they torture us with. We, who couldn't share a planet with this one simple giant, will now perish in the Eden of its children, who coexist despite their monstrous forms. Our violence has birthed these beasts, and we will drown in this sin. But perhaps this is just the babbling of a lost mind. Sitting here in the empty shell of our once proudest moment, waiting for the end to come. What will become of us? What will become of this world? We cannot say, only wait and see. Humanity can only watch from our shelters and holes, and behold as the children of A.N.A. take our world for themselves.

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At last, the final child of Ana! This one I took a lot of liberties on, as my attempts to do more realistic cat and dog heads came out way too cartoony. So now it is just a cancerous mass that possibly has cat and dog skulls (and others) in it! Yeah, that'll do!

Description

It's over. It's just...all over. What is there to even say in a time like this? Everything has fallen apart, and everyone has just given up. What remains of our once great force is just stragglers who have no better place to go. Some stubborn scientists who refuse to quit on their research, and folk who just want to pretend that they are fighting for something. Pretty much every government has pulled out at this point, and the companies who had joined this effort for the PR have finally decided that the facade is over. Why cling to a sinking ship? Though, there really isn't a whole lot afloat these days. The titans have pretty much won at this point, we can't do a thing to them. Every city and town they have encountered has wound up destroyed, despite all our efforts to drive them away. Hundreds of thousands of people have lost their homes to these creatures, and that number will only grow with time. We tried to protect them, to show the world that there was nothing to fear, but all we have done is added to the endless list of casualties. We couldn't defend their homes, so we turned our efforts to helping the refugees, but what good is such aid when all of it gets trampled by some overheating worm or droning ball of spikes? We can't get these people far enough away from these walking disasters, and plenty of countries have closed their borders to refugees and pretty much everyone else. They are all just putting up their walls and hunkering down, praying that their meager defenses are enough when a screeching buzzard comes barreling through their skies.

We spent so much time and money praying that A.N.A. would reveal some kind of weakness that we could exploit. This bizarre substance had to have a flaw, one that would let us end these titans once and for all. This research has only led to the birth of more monstrosities, to the point where governments are finally banning and destroying the stuff. People don't even want that tainted blood in their country, as they now fear creating a personal demon to terrorize them. We still have our supply, but it seems to be doing little good for us. Still no breakthroughs, no leads. After all this time, we only learned about how horribly we screwed ourselves and nothing more. It showed us how we let this rampant mutagen run wild through our world, infecting land and sea. Each titan that rose from the corpse of the leviathan was just a reminder of our mistakes, a monument to our stupidity and ego. Even when we learned of its power, we still screwed it up. We rushed to sanitize the tainted city and its rotting carcass, burning it all in a sea of flame. For some time, we thought we had succeeded, that this epicenter of A.N.A. was destroyed for good. Then the charred rubble and burnt flesh began to move, and our newest terror rose from the ash.

The public opinion is that we created this newest titan, that our burning of the city served as a catalyst. However, our research suggests that this terror existed before the destruction, and was just roused by all the commotion and flame. Not like any of that matters, who would even listen to us? We are the ones who killed the leviathan and unleashed A.N.A. upon the world. We couldn't even kill the resulting titans to atone for our sins. Even if people believed us, what would that do? No one is coming to our aid, and no one is even thinking of working together. The days of humanity banding together to stop the great threat are far gone, we have just scurried to our burrows to await our cruel fates. This newest titan will just be watched in fear, while people around the globe pray it never winds up on their shores. Each of these monstrosities are a terror, but this one is easily the worst of all. It's not even an animal, it didn't come from our world. We actually think it came from the leviathan itself, born directly from its corpse. It is not a mutated scavenger or random animal, it's a cancer, a sickness that may have slumbered in the great beast before it perished. Studies from collected samples show it to be nothing more than a stew of malignant cells, growing and warping under the influence of A.N.A.. Perhaps this is the leviathan's revenge, its dying wish to see us all suffer for our actions. Its immune system kept this cancer in check, but once that was gone it grew ravenous. The whole time we wondered and argued about the massive carcass, it hid in the flesh and blood. It fed on all the filth and dead scavengers, slowly growing in power as it feasted. When we at last decided to burn it all, we simply seared its husk and revealed its true nature. An amalgamation of titan flesh and countless corpses, "Poreskoro" is a living nightmare for all of humanity.

This towering pile of cancer walks upon dozens of legs, stolen and grown from its countless victims. Failed wings burst from its flesh, and its "head" is a massive wound that vomits skull and bone. Though its great bulk was started by the leviathan's carcass, it has grown and sustained itself by devouring everything in its path. It is an absolute ghastly abomination to look at, but its mutated body and limbs are not the real threat. The true danger falls from the sky and leaks onto the earth. As it shambles and drags itself across the land, Poreskoro is constantly puking and secreting blood. Oceans of the stuff are sprayed into the air from its endless mouths, causing it to rain down like a crimson storm. Its swollen mass and vile pustules leak and vomit this horrible fluid onto the very ground it treads, making it so that this titan is constantly wallowing in a red marsh of blood. This nasty fluid carries no disease or poison, it instead bears the worst weapon of all: itself. The endless sea of blood is made up of its own cancerous cells, and they hunger for new flesh. A single drop upon exposed skin will result in assimilation, as the cancer burrows into the body and infects everything around it. At first, folk will only see a red welt upon their body, right where the infectious fluid made first contact. Over the course of hours, that red will spread across their whole body, as the cells hijack and devour. Victims begin to sweat profusely, and their hair slowly falls out. The mind will start to degrade, as their brain is assimilated and turned to cancer. As they are turned, they will begin to feel a pull, a need. Something within them tells them to return, to become one with the flesh. Though Poreskoro vomits all this cancer, every bit of it yearns to return to the whole. Infected victims will be drawn towards Poreskoro, believing that this monstrosity holds the answer. What excuses they come up with vary by person, some swear that this pull offers them a way out, that Poreskoro can cure them. Others fall into the delusion that there is salvation within this mountain of flesh, that becoming one with it is akin to paradise. Stories from the disaster zones even speak of people claiming that dead relatives or past regrets are calling them, beckoning them to some great beyond. Whatever it is that draws them, they will run and stumble to the horrible beast and become one with it. Upon contact with its flesh and crimson mire, their cancer ridden bodies break down into the basic components of being and flow into the mass. Their bodily soup will add to the wretched titan, feeding it and giving it more fuel to vomit.

So great is this need to return to Poreskoro, that even the fallen blood will eventually seek it out. The fluid that doesn't infect a viable host will flow towards the titan, defying gravity and physics. It slithers like sentient water, going uphill and even flowing over obstacles. It will rejoin the bloody soup and eventually be spit forth again, perhaps finding a victim to assimilate this time. This drive makes it impossible to save the infected, as they will get to Poreskoro one way or another. Some thought that restraining these folk so they couldn't rejoin the mass was a way to save them, but it only delayed the inevitable. Those that are locked away will slowly lose their minds, screaming and flailing like trapped animals. Demands to be set free will devolve into bestial noises and screeches. They will break their own limbs to try and get free, clawing at walls and bars until their fingers are bloody bones. If they are still restrained, their minds and bodies will begin to break down, their feral voices turning to terrible gurgles. The cancer needs to return, and if this body cannot accomplish that, then it will go its own way. After enough time of imprisonment has passed, the victim will suddenly go still. Their skin hardens like a cocoon, and their horrible screaming will come to an end. This brief silence brings a moment of calm and confusion, until that shell cracks open and a wave of cancerous blood pours out. In these instances, the cancer has turned their entire internal anatomy into a bloody soup, leaving only a husk of skin. That cocoon will split and an entire human's worth of blood, flesh and liquid bone will spill out and slither back home to Poreskoro. All that remains of the victim is a frozen statue of hollow skin, the shell of their humanity that they left behind. Pictures and videos of these husks have spread across the world, terrifying everyone as they witness ghost towns filled with these shells. The rest of themself flows into the titan and nourish it. Blood for infecting, flesh for building and bone for molding. It turns these resources into more limbs and skulls, multiplying and splitting like some grotesque fractal. We all fear what will happen as it grows. Will it just keep growing until it consumes everything, or will it eventually split into two and become a reproducing plague that will swallow the earth? We don't know. We just....don't know.

Some have wondered if Poreskoro would assimilate the other titans, but it appears that everyone keeps their distance. It is not just that the other beasts avoid it, but Poreskoro themself seems to steer away from the territory of others. So we can't even count on them taking each other out, as they seem content to share this new world. Maybe that is the lesson they torture us with. We, who couldn't share a planet with this one simple giant, will now perish in the Eden of its children, who coexist despite their monstrous forms. Our violence has birthed these beasts, and we will drown in this sin. But perhaps this is just the babbling of a lost mind. Sitting here in the empty shell of our once proudest moment, waiting for the end to come. What will become of us? What will become of this world? We cannot say, only wait and see. Humanity can only watch from our shelters and holes, and behold as the children of A.N.A. take our world for themselves.

--------------------------------------------------------

At last, the final child of Ana! This one I took a lot of liberties on, as my attempts to do more realistic cat and dog heads came out way too cartoony. So now it is just a cancerous mass that possibly has cat and dog skulls (and others) in it! Yeah, that'll do!