Deep within those who run upon these lands, is a darkness that will prevail. Little good, if any, will be seen throughout the months of cold. Blood is sweet and shall be tasted, as the rabid epidemic entangles itself into the hearts of many. Trust is such a fragile word, you must not use it. The one’s who once loved you will seek you out and onslaught you on the spot. To survive the malicious wrath of those who will hunt you down, you must do whatever it takes to claim the right to live. To kill or be killed? That is your dissension in the run of hell, the chase of HELLRUN.

Come dine with the HORSES that know how to play, or turn your back and run away...