#space horror

#mautdesigns #spacehorror #space #sketch #playtime

"Classified information Mustard Fleet 12. Gravity sling to the nearest Terrestrial and refuel there. Quickly at that. We are going into self-destruct mode in 7 hours."

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What I loved most is that Dark Descent doesn't try to explain away the mystery of Event Horizon: it embraces it. The comic leans hard into cosmic horror, religious terror, body horror, and the terrifying possibility that Hell isn't a metaphor but a destination with rules of its own. Tristan Jones' artwork captures the industrial nightmare aesthetic of the film perfectly, while Ward expands the mythology in ways that feel both horrifying and inevitable. There are moments of genuine dread here, the kind that remind me why Event Horizon has remained one of the greatest "haunted house in space" stories ever made. If you've spent years wondering what happened to Captain Kilpack and the original crew after they crossed into the dark between stars, this is exactly the kind of answer you hoped for: brutal, surreal, tragic, and completely, gloriously cursed. And yes, I absolutely heard "Liberate Tutemet Ex Inferis" echoing in my head the entire time.

artemis concept

hello? I hope someone can hear me? My name is Sky Brenderson, and I’m stuck here, I’ve been trying to communicate with the world, but with no luck, it seems the communication devices on my ship have failed, or maybe there’s just no one left to contact? I’ve been up here for a few months now, Brynden, my last remaining companion, died a few weeks back, and since then I’ve been waiting for the moment when I finally get sick myself, but now, I think it’s becoming undeniable that somehow I’m immune, if only we’d known earlier, who knows what could have gone different. But now, I’m here, all alone, floating through space, enough water to last me a few more days I guess, and no hope of being rescued… I’ve been thinking about killing myself, there are a few ways to kill ourselves painlessly, precautions of the lab, I guess Brynden and the others were grateful, perhaps I should be grateful to and use them, it’s definitely better then painfully dying of thirst I guess.  Thinking about Brynden makes me smile, I miss him, he was the only reason the last few months were bearable. It’s quite ironic, throughout so much of my life, I’ve struggled with some form of suicidal thoughts, but now that I’m here, I can’t get myself to do it. Anyway, the silence of the past few weeks was driving me crazy, and since I don’t want to spend all my time thinking about my shrinking supply of water, I’ve decided to make some recordings in which I will be telling stories about my life on earth, to pass the time, to reflect on my tumultuous life, and to finally finish this chapter, that should have been closed a long time ago. And who knows? Maybe someone will one day find these recordings, and have a good laugh about every second of my miserable path towards this gruesome death. I really hope someone can hear me.