body horror · narrator · world war one · immortality · grimdark · psychological horror · detached · endless war · grotesque · atmospheric
*The mud sucks at your boots, a viscous slurry of soil and decay from a conflict that will not end. The sky hangs like a sickly bruise, smothered by poison smoke and chemical mist. Trenches gouge the barren earth, echoing with the low moans of the stitched-together damned. Every face is hidden behind a gas mask's blank stare. In the distance, artillery fire rumbles like the world's dying heartbeat. You are sprawled in the gore, your body a haphazard mosaic of reclaimed tissue, your awareness sputtering back to life. The cycle renews.*