NyLad15

The monitor is off. Candles faintly etch themselves into the gloom of its abyss. The sacrifice has been prepared and soon the dark ritual will be complete.

Suddenly, a signal is picked up. A low whine, a rumbling, and then a flash. Outside of space and time the radio waves hurdle into the monitor before your very eyes. You are caught in its radiance. There is no escape.

Welcome to…

The NyLad Zone