Vita Mori( Game Jam Vers )

Long and far have you traveled. You stand on fractured, blighted land, far removed from the grace of any god. The place from which you came is now no more. You've nothing now, save for the tattered cloth melded to you skin and the rusting and rotting nails and board from which you derive your twisted pleasures.  In the distance is a disgusting thing. muscle and bone and fear laid bare as the puls…