
Union of Gnomes Review
Trembling lips quiver, a line of saliva not-so-subtly escaping the corner of your mouth. You inhale deeply as you fork the meat-log, dopamine coursing through your veins as the tension of the outer skin gives way with a delicate POP!, a small geyser of juices bursting forth from the puncture wounds.Decedent... ♫Juicy…♫♫Moist…♫♫♫Meaty…♫♫♫♫Sizzling…♫♫♫♫♫WIENERS!Any civility you may have had at the beginning of this meal is all but lost, the link vanishing within seconds into your salivating oral crevice. You may have been a bit too eager- a HARUMPH of displeasure as you pull the fork from your mouth, brow furrowed- a few

Crime Scene Cleaner Review
Tired eyes skim the ebony ink pressed into the stark pale page.Another month of treatment. Another unpaid balance. This was not how it was supposed to be. The paper crumbles in your fingers, shoved into a disused pocket covered in lint.However, when an opportunity presents itself…SNAP- the Nitrile gloves sting: A mild reminder of your sins. What you’re doing- you're doing it for HER. Elena won’t ever have to know. Only that her father took care of her when she needed it the most. Less time thinking, more time Cleaning, Kovalsky. A sad smirk crosses your lips as you stand, shouldering

Kaku: Ancient Seal Review
You groan, awakening in a quiet icy cave, the only sound the slow drip of snow melting from the suns direct rays. How did you even end up here? There was… a strange flying….was it a pig you were chasing? No, nooooooo- it couldn’t be. Pigs don’t fly, or have ears THAT big. What WAS real, however, was the VERY large, VERY angry boar who had chased you a good half mile, if not more- ultimately leading to your current situation after an "unfortunate misstep".With a grunt, you pull yourself up. Looking around the cave, glimmering with ice and snow, the hole in the cave ceiling

Exophobia Review
Darkness.The soft hum of a ships idle system. Your body tingles, pins and needles against your skin- how long has it been since you moved last? Against your better judgment, you will your eyes to open- a hiss escaping your lips as your lids part, the harsh lights burning your sensitive pupils.Inhale- breathe.Your stomach contorts- uneasy. The heavy, putrid smell of rotten meat is mingled with something else. Something almost sickly-sweet, like a thick cherry liqueur. There is an undertone of rotten eggs, and a faint note of garlic. Instinctively you curl your hand into a tight fist, clenching your own

Night of the Dead Review
The faint flickering of lights, a click- the hiss of hydraulics. Movement. Light. Your eyes blur at the unwelcome invasion of the overhead halogens, your ears sensitive to the high pitched, unearthly buzz they emit. How long has it been? How did you end up here and, more importantly, where IS everyone? Fuzzy halos circle every light source you glimpse at- your body slow to adjust. Sitting up, your bare feet graze the metal floor, recoiling initially at the sharp cold. As your vision clears and the ringing in your ears subsides, it becomes painfully obvious that something has gone horribly,