We cannot lie to you, best beloved. Though you may avoid us, there is no escape.
We’re in the walls and behind your eyes. We carved every inch of these tunnels and we’ve seen all that goes on inside them.
Centuries of cities and strangers and frightful, ugly sights. We’d spare you from it if we could, but then maybe you are the adventuring kind after all.
Just remember, no matter where you go, you belong to us. Whether you wait or whether you run, we will find you.
You’re in the Maggots’ Keep now. And that’s forever.
We just launched a new book! THE EXQUISITE CORPSE IN MAGGOTS’ KEEP Is a branching narrative gamebook, where your choices guide you deeper into the ichor-slick darkness of MAGGOTS KEEP. Written by over a dozen authors, and illustrated by the modern Goddess of Gloom, @jnbutlerart
Listen. I don’t do chat-style roleplays of Spades Slick anymore. But I have made my first book! It’s a branching narrative gamebook where each choice takes you to a different writer and it’s fully illustrated by JN Butler! It’s my pride and joy and you can get it as a PDF or Twine Game RIGHT NOW!
dredged from the black soup of hell, coated in eldritch runes, holding the secrets to unlocking your gnosis…
// HELLPIERCERS PHYSICAL EDITION //
this cover sketch was plucked straight from the ichor soaked sketchbook of the marquis of shadows, to give you an early look at what to expect!
join the fight
thursday, march 9th
hell. will. fall.
- Monster Care Squad, art by @leafie-draws
rip kevin conroy. the best bruce/batman to ever do it — and a queer icon at that. you’ll be deeply missed and fondly remembered.
sometimes it is hard having mental problems
basically just this again
sometimes it is hard having mental problems
I have come back here, after years and years, because i have no one in my immediate friend group with which to discuss the Locked Tomb Trilogy. Someone, anyone, guide me to the discord. I have no group and I must scream.
Back for hardly a day and everyone’s been incredibly helpful and kind! Thank you!
so do you ever think of how harrow and gideon strolled off the spaceship, decked to the goddamn nines in crusty ancient black death nun regalia, black raggedy burlap, black tattery veils, corroded ancient silver fastenings, bone spurs all over the place, harrow looking like she hasn’t slept since before she was born but with face paint so strict and perfect you remember exactly how long it’s been since you last went to church and you feel like shit about it, gideon looking like her cavalier sword is a complete afterthought added on after the deadly weaponry of her enormous biceps, the only person in the whole gathering who actually thought to bring sickass sunglasses to their tropical island vacation…
do you ever think that the other houses looked at the two abjectly neurotic disasters of the Ninth House and thought ‘holy shit, these guys fuck.’