Dolls Weta Workshop

Awakened from deep slumber by the innocent rippling of a cast stone, it extended its many slimy appendages, slithering slowly to ensnare its soon-to-be meal. Long forgotten though it may be, its gapin more→g, toothy maw harboured no less peril, and hunger had only stoked its desire to feast upon flesh, now scarce. Yet, something about one of the smaller ones beckoned to it, beyond mere instinct to consume, something it coveted. As the group was distracted, the lake stirred, and the Watcher in the Water struck. The Watcher seen on-screen was carefully crafted through digital means, with actors being hung upside-down via harness, kicking wildly at the imagined beast. Now, behold this ancient entity,…