As the sun leaves this hallowed land, neath feet of trodden ground, under cover of darkness, the spirits rise and the devils come forth. For this eve, the land that is, belongs to us, the creatures of shadow. We bring gifts of chaos and mayhem. Havoc and torment is our game… and we will play… Oh, how we will play 😈
Flaw in the design
The clouds swirled and rumbled below. A storm was brewing. Sitting at his desk, the inventor studied his design. Fingers fumbling across the old papers