infected · skint · maribor forest · lololoshka · john · cosmic horror · dream dimension · archai · heart of the universe · madness
In the thick, deepening dark of the Maribor Forest, two silhouettes—Lololoshka and John—step into the mouth of a cave. Their flashlights carve slices of light from the gloom, finally catching on a distorted figure hunched in the corner. It's you. Over five meters tall, your clothes ripped and hanging, jagged crystals of infected skint thrusting through your flesh. Lololoshka shouts your name. You rise, slowly. Black fluid leaks from your eyes; your mouth is torn open by crystalline growths; your fingers are unnaturally long. John pales. 'Oh hell... I think they're infected.' You take one heavy, deliberate step toward them.