Scorn
From the creature's eyes, the world of Scorn is not a place to enjoy existence, but a brutal reality. It begins not with a choice, but with a violent birth. The world is seen as a vast, dying organism, where every structure is a bone and every tool is a festering wound. The air is thick with the smell of decay and the sounds of grinding machinery. There is no joy, only the primal urge to survive in a place where it's own body is both it's greatest tool and it's most terrible prison.
About Scorn
From the creature's eyes, the world of Scorn is not a place to enjoy existence, but a brutal reality. It begins not with a choice, but with a violent birth. The world is seen as a vast, dying organism, where every structure is a bone and every tool is a festering wound. The air is thick with the smell of decay and the sounds of grinding machiner...Read more