An opulent ballroom. Dimly lit by flickering chandeliers, shadows dance along the walls, creating an eerie atmosphere. Guests in elaborate masks and decadent costumes mill about, their identities hidden, their true selves obscured. They’re dancing, their movements graceful yet haunting. … Read More
Metroid: Pestilence
Gemini lies sleeping in the Grove, under a blanket of insects. The halls of Zebes echo with a haunting silence, broken only by the faint hum of my power suit. I am Samus Aran, the last hope of the Galactic … Read More
The Dreamer
The air in the Grove is thick, saturated with the sickly sweet scent of decay and the dull, relentless hum of a million insects. A lone figure stands, her silhouette outlined against the pale, moonlit sky. Her voice, a dark … Read More
Pestilence of the Mind
Somewhere in the Slums, we find Gemini and El Mariachi Muerte stood at the back of a crowd. This crowd is surrounding a very passionate young man, pastor of yet another church preaching salvation to its followers. “Look at them,” … Read More
Horse and Rider, Pestilence
No Man’s Land. From the mist, a Horse and Rider emerges. Gemini. Pestilence. “It isn’t just a matter of saddle and hoof,” she utters, “More than the physical tangle of reins and stirrup. Horse and Rider—it’s more than just a … Read More
Of Your Own Making, I
No Man’s Land. The Yellow Python, cautious, enters the hollowed-out wreckage of what was once a large building. Darkness greets him, then a single spotlight drops on the other occupant of the room. “Welcome, Yellow Python,” the words slithered from … Read More
Taste of Power
Can you taste it? Power. The frothy mixture of desire and manipulation that clings to the tongue like the lingering touch of death? The corruption of power, it seeps into each crevice, each pathway of your heart, and fills the … Read More
The Defiant Tree
The Grove. Igor Mortis sits, bound, in front of a large tree. Gemini appears beside him. “In the heart of a desolate wasteland, there thrived a single, defiant tree,” she says, approaching the tree, “its roots grappling with the scorched … Read More