Doom Patrol

Doom was over it. Done. So beyond done that although ooze leaked from his ears and eyes and he couldn't see a thing through it he was determined to figure out how to leave this place. Little did his know that he was heading farther south, but that was neither here nor there at the moment. All that mattered was that he was completely fine before he got to Boreas and now he saw strange things, heard strange things, and now he was leaking strange things. What was next? Would he melt into a puddle of this shit? He didn't want to stick around to find out, honestly, but it would seem that he was only traversing deeper into the land that he truly believed was cursed.

He lumbered through the gully, moving just slow enough to avoid running into anything obvious though he was so determined to leave that he didn't even notice someone else nearby.

"Speech."