You've made your way through the cemetery, the stench of death is in the air. You approach a decaying brick building, the sign is unclear. You brush away the moss and dust and are able to make out the words "The Gortuary". As you begin to process the words, mouthing them to yourself, three hands grab you by your boot, firmly and with ill intent. You look down and see that the hands have emerged from a crack in the door of the decaying building. It's evident to you that you've stumbled upon "The GoreLords".

Live for horror, Die for gore are the last words that you hear.

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