The cavern mouth awaits, as does the cistern with hidden depths, the tunnel that twists and writhes, the abyssal space that hums with unknown activity. Note the faint glow to the walls as you descend: mere phosphorescent fungi… or something more peculiar? There is a sound of rushing water that you [...]|
Greetings, Migraineers, and please accept our apologies for the long-ish delay between updates! Were it only possible, we’d plant our eldritch kiesters here in the molten core of MMP HQ permanently and only ever make excellent books for your edutainment and enemafication but as more than a few of [...]|
The selection process for the next MMP anthology reflected the theme, Migraineers. There was a sensation of compression, a certain claustrophobia to our reading of the (literally teeming, like worms, or molemen!) submissions, a shortness of breath, a distinct impression that time, and air, and [...]|