A kind of...renaissance painting portrayal of Silo, one of two giants in my awful vore universe. He lives in the once-abandoned cloning facility where he was created. And with the help of his pervasive Hell-helmet, he's able to exist in constant ecstasy by exploiting the technological prowess of the entire silo-shaped lab complex. At the same time, he commands the growing populace staking ground around the silo, with a huge team of loyalists attending to his needs and the lab's functioning. Anyone that doesn't answer, when it comes to sustaining Silo and his playground of pleasure tech, will incidentally unleash Silo's gluttonous wrath on everyone.

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