Hadn't seen a video yet showing much detail on the hand grab or frontal view.
It's much more intimidating when you realize you've walked by this thing 10000 times.

The Thing cannot be described—there is no language for such abysms of shrieking and immemorial lunacy, such eldritch contradictions of all matter, force, and cosmic order. A mountain walked or stumbled. God! What wonder that across the earth a great architect went mad, and poor Hunter raved with fever in that telepathic instant? The Thing of the idols, the green, sticky spawn of the stars, had awaked to claim his own. The stars were right again, and what an age-old cult had failed to do by design, a band of innocent hunters had done by accident. After vigintillions of years great Kin was loose again, and ravening for delight.

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