Belly of the Beast

Skeletal fingers reach for the sky with desprate longing for sunlight. Thick blankets of fog hang above a dying terrain devoid of anything lush or vibrant. Sickening shades of dull add to a daunting scene with a seemingly ethereal but malevolent gothic-esque. A dying forest thick with twisted branches that loom over one's body, casting dancing shadows like skeletal hands of demons over the landscape below. The wind howls as it moves along the ground like a pack of rabid wolves. Shadows whisper and wander the haunting lands, the only life that of anything dark and macabre, spiders, ravens, owls. Always watching your every move. Finally you step before a tomb marked with ancient egyptian hyroglyphs, and a monster waits for you within the Belly of the Beast. This is the home of the God of Horror and Dischord; his calling is Novocain. Can you hear his eden slander whisper upon the winds?