He worked the Alexander mention into the author post, in case I wasn't sold after reading. Little did he know, I was sold before reading!
This carries on quite well from the last one. The frenetic "oh sweet jesus everything is happening all the time" pace of the preceding entry serves as a great contrast to this: a slower, more careful, and infinitely more somber exploration into a mass grave. The title is certainly apt. I love the way you build up everything in this — every motion and footstep feels heavy, both narratively and emotionally. It was incredibly easy to visualize this in my head for me, which I think is the mark of great imagery — two HAZMAT suits wading through a dimly-lit endless series of bulkheads and chambers, ash and dust swirling through stagnant, suddenly-disturbed air and catching the light from their helmets. Excellent. And yes, the psychological reviews serve as a great way to underline and add dimension to what Ibanez encounters in this tomb. Great stuff.
A specific shoutout to how well you meld the cartoonish with the gruesome in this. It's very easy, in my experience, to write magic disasters on the site as too-grisly or too-cartoonish, to the point where they come across as more over-the-top than anything meaningful. This balances that nicely — mundane shifts with the patterns on the floor combined with the ghastly Human Extension Cord. It's a hard midpoint to strike, but you hit it well.
Excited to see where this goes next!
