Lost in the sewerpipes, The Boy wades through sludgewake, calling out to The Kid With The Flashlight. The beam flickers once, twice & vanishes into the folds of the darkness as he wades deeper in the foultide…here, it seems the walls breathe & something unknown lies lurking in the rippling, quiet offal.
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After the end of everything, the boy stayed hidden from the light. Something waited in the dark—a voice, calm and close, that never asked for anything but quiet. Each night, it returned. Each night, it whispered. And in time, the dark no longer felt empty.
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In the eerie town of Bradenville, a mysterious event unfolds under a haunting purple sky. Delve into the chilling night when the lake beckoned strange beings.
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It's too late to wake...The Voidspire has you now.
You've joined a cult. Yes, this is a cult. Oh what a nightmare!
You! Of all people! What would your mother say?
You may think this happened against your will, but I assure you, it didn’t. You agreed when I lured you in with my charm, a gift or your own curiosity. Whatever. Who keeps track? What's important is you're stuck here. This tale is endless and you're part of my story now.Â
You're about to find yourself where every Unboundling begins: an entry-level Lürkmire with dark aspirations of rising through the ranks. Feel free to complete your profile or leave it blank, we've no profile completion expectation---actually, there's two rules here...the first is, don't get overwhelmed. I will be around to answer all of your questions along the way. You're in my netherscape now but I won't let any harm come to you...probably...the second rule is: keep Him everdreaming, placid, coiled and always endless sleeping.
Welcome to the Voidspire Consortium
Don’t care to be immortalized as the protagonist in one of my wicked tales?
...well, I assume I don’t have to explain how to close a browser window. Run along if that's the case.
