~ they bar the door, the roaring and the pounding ...
Stairs
down, basement to the bloodletting drop access dripping.
The Founder follows as closely as possible overhead so when they're closer to
underfoot than the door he's banging on he follows above, dragging, pounding, screaming of Hell's agony.
Vine-works
grows through the bloodletting grates above, like stalactites seeded
from the organs flopped carelessly over the edge, and from there they
enter the mausoleum.
('Vomit' by MF Doom (1926 remix)
The
dead break
their caskets for them, many already dissected, dragging their own now
clothing like flesh with insides strewn, to be rendered into limbs that
never stop twitching
but can no longer follow.
The
gameplay pushes a zombie like absurdities through with the music.
Unarmed and weak, a relaxed shootout with refreshingly direct if not
hilarious results until the
sewer access is found.