Used on door hinges to reduce noise, this stuff can help loosen stuck bolt (on occasion), treat 1st degree burns (I'm truthfully not lying), it dissolves cocaine, and can double as a sort of pepper spray.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/magazine/4566526.stm - The cocaine story is #6
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Shinedown being complete drivel that sold out to a mass movement of 'specialness' aside, me mishearing those lines while I was half asleep helped break a month's worth of writer's block, so I decided that it would be only fitting to put the lyrics in.
*Refrains from saying GM's discresion* I don't know much about my own creation CP, but I'll try to fix your problem. This thing is just senseless rage and sadism personified. It's equiped with an animalistic cunning and a need to torture anything that moves. That cover your question? Go to Comment
Wandering beneath the trees of Bisaya there are a great many demons, things so horrid that men can barely stand to look upon them, but few can claim to have killed so many, or so thoroughly as the Tzaraath. It is a predator that knows no match, hunting alone through forests that have known an unending night for generations.
It stood at least 3 men tall, this thing, and it reeked of a week-old battlefield, that horrid mixture of burnt and rotten flesh, offal, and hatred. That's all I noticed before it set into us, at which point those of us that weren't running set too it with our axes and spears, only to find that its flesh, where it wasn't half rotted, was as hard as stone. It lashed out about itself, with teeth and claws and spikes that protruded from it's sides and back, like some deranged bear. I was lucky and got hit with the back of one of it's hands, and was flung at least 20 paces. That's all that I remember, sir.
Transcript from one of the survivors of the 31st Imperial Division sent to investigate the interior of Bisaya
The island has a peculiarity about it that leads many men to believe that the island itself is alive, and that it views them as a disease upon their surface. Whether or not this is true, the Tzaraath would seem to support this view. It is one of those things that, without having any purpose to exist, and no means to have even come into existence, do.
It hunts beneath the trees, with an uncanny intelligence born as much from years of being hunted as from being the hunter. During the day it sleeps, hanging from the tree branches like a sloth, wakened only by excessive noise, and at night it wakes to hunt the woods. It hunts hunters, the massive cannibal apes and the large cats and men have all fallen prey to its depredations. Go to Comment