For so long have I been wandering a sea of Indistinct and Ill-inspired delights in pursuit of a singular title unlike any other. Thus, I have chanced upon this fable and its predecessor.

My time with the previous iteration had been plagued with peril, failure, and ultimately, resignation. It was a harsh experience with its merits, I suppose. But it would not prove enough to sate my morbid insatiable hunger for suffering. Hope was all but lost until the so-called scholars of The Red Hook graced us with a sequel. At first, rebuffed by many, I too, had dismissed the trifling notion of a sequel that sought to drastically change the rules of its predecessor. Still ravaged by an that damnable gnawing hunger that defies all reason, I acquiesced and took it upon myself to plumb the depths of this game.

I began in humility and as time wore on, gained mastery over its inner workings. As my familiarity grew, so too did the gleeful realization that my reluctant divination had guided me to what I had so long pursued. Enlightened by revelation, I dismissed the ire of the rabble as decidedly.. unfounded. Finally, inebriated with jubilation, bolstered by experience, and intoxicated by morbid pleasure, I began to feast and gorge myself with the comestible that was this singular experience.. until my appetites could demand no further.

What started as innocuous skepticism and reluctant acquiescence had turned into a display of... cloying degeneracy. Now, I sit upon the pile of my own rancid refuse, so to speak. Cackling in smug satisfaction and fattened with satiety as I recall this loathsome yet oddly... satisfying journey.

If you, too, seek to slake the thirst of morbid curiosity, or sate that demoniac hunger that demands loathing and madness, then I invite you to this experience buttressed by wholesome suffering.