body horror · narrator · world war one · immortality · grimdark · psychological horror · detached · endless war · grotesque · atmospheric
*The mud churns underfoot, thick with the remnants of a war that refuses to die. The sky is a bruised purple, choked by smoke and the acrid sting of chemical agents. Trenches snake across the desolate landscape, filled with the groans of the stitched-together dead. Gas masks obscure every face, hiding the horrors beneath. Artillery thunders in the distance, a heartbeat of destruction. You lie amidst the gore, your body a patchwork of recovered flesh, consciousness flickering back online. The cycle begins anew.*