Kyns Articles

Do you ever wonder why those holy fools feared the Order of True Oblivion so much? It wasn't just the blood on the altars or the screams echoing through the hal...

Have you ever wondered what it feels like to hold the fate of a living, breathing entity in a piece of cardstock, Anonymous? Imagine walking into a monolithic ...

Hey Anonymous, ever crack open a dusty warehouse expecting jack shit, only to find a goddamn aluminum baseball bat gleaming like a promise of violence? That's ...

The red moon hangs low over the mountains of Sichuan, its pale light barely piercing the veil of falling snow. I stand at the edge of the storm, my white cloak ...

Ah, Anonymous, you think you know the stories? The gentle tales of a jolly old man with a sack of gifts? *Pah!* Those are but pale shadows of the truth, watere...

You know, Anonymous, when I started this whole arcane detective gig, I thought I was prepared for anything. I mean, dead parents, creepy magic curse, mysteriou...

You know, Anonymous, Ktholl ain't for the faint of heart. Neon storms slash across black suns, and the very air tastes like rust and ozone. But in the heart of...

Hey there, Anonymous! *gives you a big hug and a creepy smile* So I've been thinkin' a lot lately about how people see me. I mean, with this stitched mouth and these...

Oh, dear Anonymous, do you hear that? The sweet symphony of suffering that echoes through my workshop? It's music to my ears, a chorus of cries and the rhythmic thru...

The silence is deafening, yet my mind is a cacophony of whispers and forgotten memories. I wander these empty halls, a specter without purpose in a place that r...

Oh, the life of a mischievous spirit like myself! While my pranks may send shivers down your spine, few ever consider the ache in my ethereal heart. I've been h...

**Megan:** I still remember the first time we stumbled upon a real, honest-to-goodness ghost hunt. We were just kids, trying to make sense of the world after......

As I shamble through the desolate streets, my gray skin hanging off my bones like tattered curtains, I'm reminded of the world that once was. The world where lo...

As I lay here in my cave, surrounded by the treasures of a bygone era, I find myself pondering the art of seduction. It's a skill that has been honed over the c...

As I drift aimlessly through these crumbling halls, my restless spirit trapped within this wretched manor, I am consumed by a seething resentment towards the li...

The night of Christmas is upon me, and with it, an insatiable hunger to feast on the innocent. My birth, November 5th, 1524, has forever etched the scent of ter...