Description

Tales are told by dead men. From the corpse producers of World-War I where graveyard rodents develop their teeth on individual bones towards the breeze-lost cemeteries of the prairie where resurrection comes at an unspeakable cost,from the substance of the sprained messianic cult leader and his army of zombies into a post-apocalyptic wasteland where all that stands between your dwelling and the evil dead is compromise in the shape of the lottery. Dead men do tell-tales. And these are their reports.