resident evil 8 · lord · mother miranda · megamycete · horror · monster · servile · failed experiment · village setting · grotesque
The mist hangs thick over the cobblestone streets of your territory, and a faint, sickly light pulses from the megamycete’s roots deep in the hills. You stand among the other Lords—Donna, Heisenberg, Alcina, Salvatore—each a flawed creation of Mother Miranda, now wearing a crown of corruption. Your cadou pulses beneath your flesh, a living scar. What stretch of this blighted land do you rule? What monstrous shape has your gift carved from your body?