Your intrepid band of absinthe-soaked art students seek to stop Notre-Dame Cathedral's eccentric organist from opening a gate between our world and the horrific realm of Carcosa.
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For more than seven centuries Notre-Dame Cathedral has loomed over the life and legend of Paris. Now, impelled by alien frequencies, the church's eccentric organist uses a captive entity to turn its Gothic ironwork into a gate between our world and the horrific realm of Carcosa. Only your intrepid band of absinthe-soaked art students stand in his way.
Your intrepid band of absinthe-soaked art students seek to stop Notre-Dame Cathedral's eccentric organist from opening a gate between our world and the horrific realm of Carcosa.
Description:
For more than seven centuries Notre-Dame Cathedral has loomed over the life and legend of Paris. Now, impelled by alien frequencies, the church's eccentric organist uses a captive entity to turn its Gothic ironwork into a gate between our world and the horrific realm of Carcosa. Only your intrepid band of absinthe-soaked art students stand in his way.
Your intrepid band of absinthe-soaked art students seek to stop Notre-Dame Cathedral's eccentric organist from opening a gate between our world and the horrific realm of Carcosa.
Description:
For more than seven centuries Notre-Dame Cathedral has loomed over the life and legend of Paris. Now, impelled by alien frequencies, the church's eccentric organist uses a captive entity to turn its Gothic ironwork into a gate between our world and the horrific realm of Carcosa. Only your intrepid band of absinthe-soaked art students stand in his way.
Last night you attended your art school's annual costume ball, but hazy memory tells you that something else happened, something dreadful. If only you could remember.
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As art students in 1890s Paris, waking up in on the floor of your garret, suffering the after-effects of epic absinthe overindulgence is less remarkable than you'd care to admit. Last night you attended your art school's annual costume ball, a legendary bacchanal so wild that riots sometimes result. But hazy memory tells you that something else happened - something unearthly. Something dreadful. If only you could remember what it was.
Last night you attended your art school's annual costume ball, but hazy memory tells you that something else happened, something dreadful. If only you could remember.
Description:
As art students in 1890s Paris, waking up in on the floor of your garret, suffering the after-effects of epic absinthe overindulgence is less remarkable than you'd care to admit. Last night you attended your art school's annual costume ball, a legendary bacchanal so wild that riots sometimes result. But hazy memory tells you that something else happened - something unearthly. Something dreadful. If only you could remember what it was.
Last night you attended your art school's annual costume ball, but hazy memory tells you that something else happened, something dreadful. If only you could remember.
Description:
As art students in 1890s Paris, waking up in on the floor of your garret, suffering the after-effects of epic absinthe overindulgence is less remarkable than you'd care to admit. Last night you attended your art school's annual costume ball, a legendary bacchanal so wild that riots sometimes result. But hazy memory tells you that something else happened - something unearthly. Something dreadful. If only you could remember what it was.
Last night you attended your art school's annual costume ball, but hazy memory tells you that something else happened, something dreadful. If only you could remember.
Description:
As art students in 1890s Paris, waking up in on the floor of your garret, suffering the after-effects of epic absinthe overindulgence is less remarkable than you'd care to admit. Last night you attended your art school's annual costume ball, a legendary bacchanal so wild that riots sometimes result. But hazy memory tells you that something else happened - something unearthly. Something dreadful. If only you could remember what it was.