This game sprang forth from He Who Shall Not Be Named. A quick venture to the weald, a delve into the ruins, should only take moments. Instead one stares into the infinite blackness of one's own soul, driven to quest ever onward. We know our toil is senseless, but onward we push. Psyche cracking, personality crumbling, will the disolution of the ego offer any respite? No!
The digital King in Yellow, its obscene depths are terrifying yet strangely inviting.