"GUH-HAH! GUH-HAH! GUH-HAH!"
In the dim, iridescent forest graveyard, the mudman's voice echoed ceaselessly, forcefully adding another layer of eeriness to the place. The crew, their faces tense, instinctively huddled together with their guns aimed at the surrounding woods. They could all feel that something terrible was about to happen.
What is that thing doing? Are all these trees made from Rope Men?
Just as Charles was wondering about the 'guh-hah' sound the creature was making, an unusual disturbance from deep within the forest caught his attention.
First, a single flax-colored rope dropped from a tree branch, swaying slightly with inertia. That was only the beginning. Ropes emerged from beneath tree roots and under leaves, their numbers multiplying throughout the forest. Every time the crew shifted their gaze, the ropes crept a little closer.
Soon, the ropes gathered into humanoid shapes, silently and oppressively surging toward Charles from all directions.
