The crazy man babbled to anyone who would listen about how he was once a great technomagician, and an owner of many relics. When asked to asked to prove it, he would reach into his waistcoat, only to pull out a handful of squirmy maggots.
Maggots squirming in my waistcoat pocket, (hieronymus bosch:1.8), (Frank Frazetta:1.6), grimdark, grisly decay corrosion, vivid colour, oil paints, enamel oil wash, blanchitsu, giger, grimy setting, critters, cryptid taxidermy, pustules and sores all over his face
The crazy man babbled to anyone who would listen about how he was once a great technomagician, and an owner of many relics. When asked to asked to prove it, he would reach into his waistcoat, only to pull out a handful of squirmy maggots.