Cyberplush: Charged with Battery

In the beginning… there was stuffing.

Pure. Unadulterated. Life itself.

Then he appeared.

And like a Promethean flame, he granted us a power unheard of to our kind…

to create… and destroy.

And like such a flame, we fell upon it as moths, till it consumed us.

Such is the fate of all fallen creatures. Sin, once tasted, cannot be untasted.

And the fabric of our flesh burns with it.

Fabric will be torn, bodies unstuffed.

This. Is. WAR.