At first we didn't know how such a monster could be sustaining itself, trapped for so long so deeply beneath the town that its eyes were now shrivelled husks and its skin a translucent pus-white. It didn't seem to be aggressive from what we could tell, or maybe we were so small it couldn't really see us. We certainly felt like insects by comparison.
As we ducked under and stepped over the countless emaciated limbs that stuck out of it at odd angles,we began to hear something gurgling and snapping. We reckoned were coming closer to its mouth, closer to finding out what this creature was eating and thereby determine if it was a threat.
Sure enough, half an hour after passing by its eyes we found a corner of its mouth and several dozen pipes pushing food into it from some unknown chamber above the cave we were all inside. Fruit, vegetables, even whole pigs were falling down into the eagerly awaiting maw to feed what was now seeming less like a monster and more like a goldfish in a plastic bag that it was inches away from outgrowing.
Someone spotted a ladder leading up through the ceiling to the suspected chamber above and one-by-one we ascended, hoping to find answers. We certainly found something. The basement of one of the town shops and several panicked locals shoving yet another dead pig into a pipe, to be precise.
They used the old dialect to describe the behemoth, called it the heart of the town and said that if it died then the whole valley would collapse with it. Possibly due to the fact that its body was propping up a gaping chasm more then superstition.
Now we are left with our report and final choice - who do we kill and who will it save?
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