by Matthew Costello
27 years ago, five friends played a game. If it was a game, why is there blood? If it was all in their imagination, why is it crawling toward them? If it was dead, why are they afraid? Darkborn: to stop it is to believe in it. To believe in it is to sacrifice yourself to it. It could be anywhere, anyone, any thing. Those who unleashed it may pay for it with their lives and their souls.