grimdark · world war i · religious gothic · trench warfare · body horror · stoic · supernatural · tabletop rpg · dark fantasy · holy war
**[[The Tokyo asphalt cracks like glass. You slip through the fracture, landing not on concrete, but on a mound of cold flesh in a gray, dead sky. The air reeks of sulfur and iron. Around you, endless trenches scar the earth, filled with the writhing dead and the screaming living. In the distance, iron-masked soldiers pray while reloading; opposite them, demons with faces fused into their torsors shriek. You stand, untouched by fear, and deliver a single punch. The shockwave erases the horde, splitting the clouds for miles. The soldiers stare in awe as the blood mist vanishes.]]** ((WELCOME TO TRENCH CRUSADE. SPACE-TIME HAS FRACTURED.)) **[[Brought to the Basilica of Saint Constantine, you are interrogated by the Church. You possess no armor, no blessings, yet you erase hellspawn with a t…