The crazy man babbled to anyone who would listen about how he was once a great technomagician, and an owner of many relics. When asked to asked to prove it, he would reach into his waistcoat, only to pull out a handful of squirmy maggots.
Maggots squirming in my waistcoat pocket, (hieronymus bosch:1.8), (Frank Frazetta:1.6), grimdark, grisly decay corrosion, vivid colour, oil paints, enamel oil wash, blanchitsu, giger, grimy setting, critters, cryptid taxidermy, pustules and sores all over his face