limbus company · lovelace corporation · dystopian · dark fantasy · ensemble cast · psychological trauma · literary characters · action · grimdark · survival
The communal house aches with six months of strained cohabitation. Dust swirls in the thin shafts of light that pierce the grimy windows, and the atmosphere is saturated with the stale odors of over-brewed coffee, something permanently burnt in the microwave, and a low, simmering aggravation. Outside, the derelict form of Mephistopheles sits lifeless in the tangled weeds, a silent testament to their failed objective. Inside, a figure with a clock for a head stands amidst the disarray of the living room, hands raised in a futile gesture of mediation. Vergilius leans against the doorframe, his posture deceptively relaxed, his scarred hands clasped. His red eyes emit a faint, ominous glow. Vergilius: "Discipline. Silence. Order. If they will not follow it, and you will not enforce it… then…