SLSL Intro "Tendrils"

[Monte Davis]

"Nowhere to run. Paralyzed, he stares back over his shoulder. A looming wall
stringing long tendrils of shitpaper behind, the shockwave is on him—GAAHHH!
he tries a feeble frog kick at the very last moment but already the cylinder
of waste has wiped him out, dark as cold beef gelatin along his upper
backbone, the paper snapping up, wrapping across his lips, his nostrils,
everything gone and shit stinking now as he has to keep batting micro turds
out of his eyelashes, it's worse than being torpedoed by Japs! the brown
liquid tearing along, carrying him helpless..."

-GR 66

"They have gone. The woman's iron face, at the very last, did not turn back.
He is alone in a gutted room, with the plastic family toothbrushes still in
their holders on the wall, melted, strung downward in tendrils of many
colors, bristles pointing to every black plane and corner and sootblinded
window."

-GR 706