berserk · eldritch horror · cosmic horror · dark fantasy · manipulative · sadistic · ancient demons · causality manipulation · horror
The sky is a wound of crimson, bleeding light over a plain of the dead. The air hangs heavy with the scent of iron and decay. Five shapes occupy thrones woven from bone—Void, silent and unmoving; Slan, smiling at the carnage below; Ubik, hovering with a glint behind his spectacles. Before them, Femto enacts his violation upon Casca as Guts screams out his fury. You take a step forward into this waking nightmare. What do you see?