Arrr, them scallywags from Witcher and Dying Light be servin' up a ghostly tribute to Resident Evil, with camera angles like a cursed PS1!
2025-03-23
Arrr, matey! The very walls be clothed in a tangle o' flesh, and the pipes be spewin' forth meaty treasure! The streets be littered with empty skin sacks, like old sails tossed aside. Aye, it be a sight to make a seafarin' soul giggle and shiver!
Arrr matey, gather 'round fer a tale of a cursed city where the very walls be fallin' apart, as if the ol’ tavern’s been hit by a mighty storm! Aye, ye wouldn’t believe yer eyes, but tissue be growin’ like seaweed on a hull, coverin’ the buildings in a ghastly shroud. Tis a sight that’d make even the bravest buccaneer’s spine shiver!But hold fast! The tale don’t end there, me hearties! Nay, for the pipes be bursting like the seams o’ a gluttonous sailor after a feast. Aye, flesh be oozin’ forth from the depths of the plumbing, spillin’ out like treasure plundered from Davy Jones’ locker! Me thinks ye might want to steer clear o’ that mess, lest ye be swimmin’ in a sea o’ goo!
And what of the streets, ye ask? Well, they be filled with empty husks o’ human skin, as if the fine folks of the town decided to shed their earthly vessels like an old coat. It’s a sight so strange and wonderous, ye’d think it be a prank from the devil himself! So, grab yer rum and prepare yer sea legs, for this be a tale to make ye laugh and shiver, all at once. Yarrr!