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Uthar Werld News Network – Dr. Ritz Footwat’s Explosive Investigation!

“THE BIGGEST MONGOLIAN DEATH WORM EVER?!”

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Ladies and gentlemen, I am about to blow the roof off everything you thought you knew about cryptid science!

For decades, stories have circulated about the Mongolian Death Worm, a creature so deadly, so elusive, that mainstream science has written it off as legend. But I, Dr. Ritz Footwat, have uncovered something far more terrifying than anyone ever imagined.

This isn’t just some two-foot sand snake whispering through the dunes. No, my friends, the reports I have uncovered describe a beast the size of a locomotive, slithering just beneath the sands, waiting to emerge and strike with venom, electricity, or whatever ungodly powers it possesses!

And we have an eyewitness.

Not just any eyewitness—a survivor. A lone traveler who stumbled, barely alive, into a desert outpost, gasping out a tale so shocking that even I struggled to believe it. They spoke of a gargantuan, crimson terror, a creature unlike anything described before. The locals were shaken, their voices hushed, but I pressed forward.

Thanks to the skilled artistry of the Stepbastard, we now have a visual record of this encounter, based entirely on the survivor’s firsthand description.

Cut to the print of Ukiyo A, showing the terrifying, coiling mass of the Death Worm looming over a helpless witness.

This—this is what I came to the Mongolian desert to find.

The Search Begins

With nothing but my gear, a camel, and a burning desire for the truth, I plunged into the dunes. The desert is an unforgiving place, but I was undaunted. I endured the scorching heat by day, the bitter cold by night, pushing forward, following every whispered lead.

After a full day of interviews, I followed the trail of terror straight into the depths of the sands, my mind racing with the possibilities. This was it—the moment I had trained my entire life for. The air was electric with anticipation.

And then…

Nothing.

The sands lay still. The bones of dead animals whispered of danger, but no great beast emerged. No electric pulses surged beneath my feet. The Death Worm remained just out of reach, slipping through my grasp like grains of sand through my fingers.

But that wasn’t all.

As I wandered back toward civilization, weary but still determined, I began to hear things. Tales on the trail, muttered by wary travelers.

  • “He’s been had.”
  • “They played him for a fool.”
  • “They’re watching. They don’t want him to know.”

Was it all a trap? A diversion to keep me off the real trail? Had I stumbled onto something so big, so dangerous, that a secret group had to lure me away before I got too close?

The Witness—Gone Without a Trace

When I arrived back in town, ready to confront my informant, ready to demand answers, I found nothing.

The survivor was gone. No forwarding address, no sign they had ever been there. The locals refused to speak of them, as if they had been erased from existence.

I was left with nothing… except this haunting piece of evidence:

The Ukiyo A Print – The Only Remaining Proof

If I was duped, then why does this image exist? If the Mongolian Death Worm is a myth, then why does this survivor’s account match the most ancient descriptions?

The Stepbastard’s Ukiyo A print is the last remaining artifact of this vanishing event, a cryptid mystery captured in stunning, hand-painted gouache, detailing the fear, the awe, and the horror of what lurks beneath the sands.

This 5×7 print is not just a piece of art—it is a piece of history, a fragment of the truth that they don’t want you to see.

Do you dare bring it into your home?

Get your copy before they make it disappear!
Stepbastard.com – The only place to own the last proof of the Mongolian Death Worm!

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