Let The Corpses Tan
— J Everett is the editor and publisher of APOCALYPSE CONFIDENTIAL
Between the endless azure sky, ringing with clarity, and the gold-specked, blood-flecked dirt, jagged and portentous, our players enact a war-ritual. The artist--the sorceress who stalks this ruined temple--orders her man to fire bullet holes into her art
Rachael Haigh