Dedicated to Cruelty Squad

This page is dedicated to Cruelty Squad. The sun smiles at you with eternal malice.

It looks diseased, sounds diseased, and somehow comes out feeling more alive than most polished games ever do. It has that rare quality where the ugliness is the language. Nothing is accidental. Everything feels poisoned on purpose. This is just like Gorbino's Quest. This is the Gorbino's Quest of life.

Warning: exposure to this media may result in tactical greed, psychic damage, and an irreversible appreciation for offensive visual design. I really look up to people who are good at violence.

SHRINE LOG // This image is a placeholder for now, but honestly the broken looping energy already kind of fits.

There's an infinite amount of dimensional planes. They all contain the same amount of suffering. Power brings me joy. I'll have to move into a regenerative off-grid art commune again. Fuck this.

Core Appeal

Visual State: Divinely Filthy

Spiritual Condition: CONNECTED

Economic Outlook: hell

Mission Objective: Die Disgustingly

Why It Rules

Uncompromising
Sickening
Carnal
heavenly
first day on the job

I've been getting really into "hell". Both as a mindset and as something to strive for, in an organizational sense.

Trauma Loop

We are all M.T. Foxtrots. Primordial weapon attuned to the beating heart of the financial system. There's not much a fucked up detached loser like you can do after all. YOUR FRIENDS ARE IN HELL YET YOU SMILE.