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Hello darkness, my old friend. It’s in this darkness that I contemplate Tombstone and his silent voyage ferrying souls. Tombstone, you are an entity cloaked in a shroud of inevitability. Like the song’s whispered warnings, you glide silently among those … Read More

Luther Grim, In the echoing halls of our crusade, your query stirs the embers of a thought long smoldering in the recesses of my mind. You speak of prey, and my thoughts wander to the elusive dance between hunter and … Read More

In the somber depths of Arcadia’s labyrinthine existence, there are two souls that walk in tandem – the Watcher and the Witness. They are the heralds of an unspoken truth, a testament to the merciless beauty of pain. Drewitt roams … Read More

Grimskull stands at the top of the stairs leading to freedom from the Mortuary’s basement. Yet he is turned down with his hand outstretched… “In the fathomless caverns of my mind, amongst shadows and specters, lies a truth most bitter … Read More

TOMBSTONE In the darkest moment of my life, trapped between life and death, I looked for you. But you weren’t there. When they dragged poor Walther, the betrayer, to the side of that cauldron, he whispered for deliverance, for death … Read More

El Mariachi Muerte, I pen to you a sonata of shadow— an elegy of our common struggle against the unforgiving tide of time. Our life’s melodies might differ, but the rhythm of despair and doom binds us. In your desperate … Read More

In the labyrinth of life, there exists a shapeshifting beast. A beast as mercurial as the shadows at dusk, as eternal as the echoes of time itself. A beast called Transformation. All of us—we are all subjected to its distorted … Read More

My face is a stark, grinning skull. My story, an etched tableau of suffering—pain that’s been lived, endured, embraced. You look at me, Vincent, or at least you point your hollow eye sockets my way, and all you see is … Read More

A clamoring crowd fades in the background as Grimskull exits his stage. His people have given him their complete trust. As the Slum God descends into the pits of his domain, his attention is called by a not-uncommon sound. Wailing. … Read More

“Did you feel what I felt?” Grimskull stands on the precipice of a pool. Its still waters are pitch black as he drops a single pebble into it. “The edge of damnation yawning wide, straining to swallow you whole?” The … Read More