“Reality was no longer real."

"The small gas station looked real but it wasn’t, the store windows were just glowing panels, the hose & pump just a prop, and even the darkness was a blue haze not true absence of light. Distant signs looked flat and blurred. I try to get into my car to leave but the ground cracks and was consumed”

In the liminal spaces of the world The Devouter lives waiting for those who are isolated. It shifts reality and consumes them with its metal teeth transporting them to the Marsh of blood, bone, and rust. Those who survive Marsh find themselves in the maze of tunnels and rooms that is its body. You are the Devoured, you are a Survivor…for now.