Tribute

Description

“Recycled cells. My obsolete self discarded piecemeal. Cherished memories vanished into the past.

Future outlook hazy. Revolution. The world turns, coiling in and around nothing. Consumed. Spat out.

A charred husk alone in the dark. (Forever) broken until uncertain decay.
Timeless. Ascension denied.”

⇝ {WHAT IS INSIDE?}

Tribute — a 48-page zine with content for Mörk Borg, CY_BORG, Death in Space. Whatever sick or sad ideas came to my mind, I banished into this cursed little booklet.

Mörk Borg. Play as a rat catcher, hunt the golden stag through an enchanted druid cave, and receive gifts from the Great Moloch!

The CVLT OF THE MOLOCH wanders the land, carrying their oversized demon statue to the greedy (who have stored up plenty of fodder). Unholy labor to make the Moloch grow.

CY_BORG. Go dumpster diving (in CY), visit the REAKTOR, die in horrible car accidents, and play as a revolutionist chemist!

By day, you mix and cook in the corps’ polluted factories; the ¤ ¤ ¤ are much needed. Reaction kinetics are on your mind. By night, you burn the palaces. You poison the organism that feeds you. Your concoctions are august.

Death in Space. Fiddle around with a space station generator, read about dysfunctional corporations, visit the Beacon, loot the shit out of everything, and follow up on distress calls!

IPM Nightfall here. Captain Jericho. My ship is stuck in some sort of anomaly, being consumed by a torrent of static. We request immediate evacuation. I repeat, we request immediate evacuation.