Every turn of a corner is a turning of the screw.
On the last playthrough of #AloneInTheDark, your intrepid Control Freak, Inkarnate ventured to the swamps of the Louisiana Bayous and crossed paths with truly abominable monstrosities to behold.
Every horrid creation to foul the earth appears every bit a parody of nature in both form and movement.
There was only a fleeting sign of the darkman previously but something tells me time and my luck might just have run out.
I may be inching closer to unravelling the mystery that brought me to Derceto but I get the distinct impression that eldritch nightmares are hot on my heels.
It's onwards through the madhouse, but at the cost of my mind, I fear.
