An orphaned, terrestrial planet rests cradled in the cupped hands of a dying God, neighbourless in an empty cosmos. Slouched in the vast, abandoned heavens, a slack skull stares down upon one-eighth of this humble globe; His tangible gaze emitting visible light in two tangential fields of almighty yellow. In tandem, they pierce through an atmospheric barrier of mirror blue, blooming phenomenal malachite skies. Only in the fastened sights of Godking Pantakratos can the Folk Beneath thrive, for the remaining eighty-seven percent of the habitable world has undergone monumental cryoformation. Landlocked by continental glaciers, these simple Folk live out their stub lifespans in disparate townships; some seeking meaning in the constant menial work, empty praise, and hollow awe. At large, the Folk disregard the meandering question of 'why?'. All, from the first breath of hot air to the dry cough of finality has been laid out before them by the designated caretakers of this realm; in death comes the meaning of life, to them, for 'death' is to be chosen for a higher purpose. In His weakened state, Pantakratos can only be so kind — if the Folk wish to remain in His good graces, they must prostrate their souls for his daily consumption. They, though they live, and toil, and feel, and hurt, are but a cyclical, self-replicating biological fuel widely regarded as 'nutrition' for the quasi-eternal Godking but more accurately could be described as a cosmic propellant for the Dying Engine; the invisible heart that beats somewhere within Godking Pantakratos. This is a veritable fact implored by the Stokers of said engine; blessed beings bestowed with His impossible task. His chosen-first, Eldan'o, the fabled Messenger Beyond, comes abrupt and without warning to collect the willing, the late, and the needed by hand, leading them from this tragic realm to a final, fulfilling freedom awaiting 'neath the gaze of a kinder, and older God. A promised reward for boundless labour and infinite patience. So, if it's coming, and you know that it's coming, why not spend some time at THE CASINO @ GOD'S RIB!? 💀 💀 💀 💀 WELCOME TO THE NEW STINK; THE BONE ZONE HALF HOUR - NIPPING AT YOUR CHEEKS ONCE A MONTH LIKE THE GHOST OF A FLEA! ONE BIG STORY THIS TIME! NEXT TIME? NOTHIN'! WE'RE TAKING JANUARY OFF TO MAKE MORE STUFF! IF YOU LIKE THIS, SEND MY REGARDS TO YOUR MAMA AND THEN SEND ME MONEY ON PATREON.COM/SBDA STAY SAFE, OR DON'T! x
