I am the Lord of Deadside - shadowborn at the confluence of worlds to walk between. Liveside is without the meaning that my partly living possesses here, in Deadside, where the darkness is manifest at the edges of reason. As a god I step forth upon the writhing, suppurating surface of the Deadside serpent. What sleep is here? What dreams there are in the unctuous coilings of the snake's mortal shuffling. Weapon in my hand. My hand the arcing deathblow at the End of All Things.


The horror. The horror. I embrace it...