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Ashwood: The Marrow Hunt
The Ashwood was never quiet anymore. The trees whispered with the dry rasp of infected lungs, the ground crawled with the stink of rot, and the win...
Red Sky at Dawn
The sky bled crimson over the ravaged lands of Yomi-no-Kuni, a parallel realm twisted by ancient wrath and the sins of gods. The trees here grew wi...
1917 : Weapon X
The war had already gone on too long. The fields were no longer green but churned with red, soaked in mud and sinew, veined with trenches like open...
Is everybody happy I am the god who created this cartoon
I’ve decided I’m going to attempt to read Thus Spoke Zarathustra. And I say “attempt” because that’s what it feels like... like I’m gearing up to c...