Gincraftian Horrors

Find yourself staring into the abyss. The abyss stares back. Out of distorted eyes, which are yours, at the bottom of the glass. Not yours. Are they? Your gaze drifts away. Madness embarks on your mind. Drink another glass. Deliver yourself to the feverish nightmares of a thousand young, screaming to you in distant tongues. Dark and beautiful, their voices tell you of worlds more obscure, more honest than this estranged reality called ‘normal’. Drink, drink, let the visions make you forget the pity of your life! Take another one, let the cosmic horror infuse you like this Gin. Nothing matters than your sacrifice to the Great Old Ones. Your material brain withers away, leaving an obedient husk for them for them to posess. Clear the spiritual path towards their glorious return.

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