Horror Nights
They had emerged coughing, their pathetic, uncovered skin blistering instantly in our ambient heat.
"They look nothing like us," High Overseer Krell hissed, his mandibles clicking in a rhythmic display of revulsion. "Look at that... that weeping, porous membrane they call skin. It is as if the universe forgot to finish them."
I agreed. As the Chief Exobiologist, I had seen many strange evolutionary dead-ends in our fossil records, but nothing as biologically offensive as these aliens. They were bipedal, yes, but their limbs were spindly, supported by internal calcified struts that snapped under the slightest pressure. They leaked a thin, watery red ichor—a substance so low in viscosity it se
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