The True Lords of Entropy
https://youtu.be/F0BiqQkUvEY ‘My skin is pallid. My soles are worn. Buboes burst as I sojourn. In foetid rivers, my skin is torn. May your child grant my immortal form! Rusting metal,…
https://youtu.be/F0BiqQkUvEY ‘My skin is pallid. My soles are worn. Buboes burst as I sojourn. In foetid rivers, my skin is torn. May your child grant my immortal form! Rusting metal,…
Created by potrace 1.16, written by Peter Selinger 2001-2019 'Kill-kill the interlopers!' Ghree screeched and fired his fusil until his digits had gone numb. The cacophony of chaotic combat surrounded…
Created by potrace 1.16, written by Peter Selinger 2001-2019 Silver-paved queues, divided across three ornate wooden stands by Nightweave silk, covered the hall and filtered us all through. I was…
Created by potrace 1.16, written by Peter Selinger 2001-2019 As the morning sun warmed the broad leaves of the Concordia’s jungles, the forest began to awaken. Wrapped around a thick…