PRIMEVAL

The enemy still clings to their holdouts. But something else is out there, too. Old as the land. Old as the mud you step in and die in. Past the bayou, patrols don't return. They just don't. There's no bodies to find, not in this terrain. They're just gone. Returned to nature. By something. Disciplined and armed enlistees don't just vanish on their own. There is something out there. And it is hungry like you wouldn't believe. A clean-up operation after a short but brutal war takes the army into the swamps of the Ia Tvesty River Delta. The locals are amicable enough. They never had much attachment to their old regime, the one that you marched out of their congressional building and hanged right in the market plaza of the capital. It's all business to them. The country changes hands, and nobody pays much mind to the swampland around Ia Tvesty. But the loyalists are tenacious and fervent. Any that were going to surrender or run would have done so by now. But there's something else out there besides suicidal fanatics of a toppled State. Something so far beyond the fleeting politicking of mortals that its goals are as inscrutable as the depths of the sea. Swampy post-war Steampunky Psychological Folk Horror à la me listening to the OST of True Detective Season 1, rewatching The Ritual, and my usual accute sentimental compulsion to dream furiously and beautifully about the Mississippi Delta night after night. Enjoy! Or don't, I don't care. A played Scenario is a played Scenario. Your attention feeds me like blood does a mosquito. Yummers.