Issue 1, Page 4
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1: A nightmarish black idol sits atop a rune-decorated altar. It looks like a writhing mass of eyes, tentacles, and teeth, frozen in time, a mouth is locked in a perpetual, silent scream.
Transcript
1: A nightmarish black idol sits atop a rune-decorated altar. It looks like a writhing mass of eyes, tentacles, and teeth, frozen in time, a mouth is locked in a perpetual, silent scream.
It came from where things are NOT as they are here …
We live on an isle in a sea of placid ignorance, and it is NOT meant that we should venture far …
mmmmm tentacles