Beneath the sewers, deep within the Death Star exist terrors with appetites, insatiable tentacles are wrapping around your ankle you will be pulled under and torn asunder devoured quickly flesh ripped from bone excruciating pain as you are digested whole an unmarked tomb a watery grave your last living seconds will be spent in agony
drowned by the Dianoga, pulled under the surface strangled by tentacles, bone ripped from body
mightiest of the cephalopods, a carnivore scavenging for souls, chewing on old bones one eye ever-seeking, always hungry for more camouflaged killing machine, squid of nightmares devoured quickly flesh ripped from bone excruciating pain as you are digested whole your last living seconds will be spent in agony
drowned by the Dianoga, pulled under the surface seven tentacles drag you beneath the putrid water
consuming the living and the dead, its hunger has no end tentacles, ever seeking the Dianoga has no remorse one eye, watching, unblinking beware the trash compactor your doom there awaits perpetual, inescapable You can't avoid your fate
drowned by the Dianoga, pulled under the surface keep out of the sewer. lest you become its next meal