Time has dissolved humanity. All that is left are the Artas - soldier class clones - and the wars they wage across Orion. But, upon completing their tours, the Artas retire to Incuso: a manufactured Valhalla where these warriors can die cumming.

On Incuso, the Artas are pitted against the Vowers - engineered fungi who feed solely through the Nilus virus. Lulling and arousing the Artas so they can feed on their blood rich cum.


A bio-mechanical virus, the Nilus webs itself through out the host's body, creating micro-channels for cellular travel. Linked to the hypothalamus, the body expels the Nilus when activated and absorbs it when inactive. The virus takes cellular material with it, creating a bloody essence that the host both sweats and consumes.

When aroused, the host bleeds. When calm, the host feeds.



It has created a violent, primal world where sex and consumption are the same, and where predator and prey are forever locked in erotic combat.



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Hey, I think I have seen some of your stuff before, probably while lurking the SBE boards

Your art has a sort of gloomy, apocalyptic feel about it that I think is very well done.

Below the surface of Incuso lies the labyrinth. A city of decaying machinery and catacombs, it is a dormant mystery housing secrets, supplies, and weapons. But the mutant wilds of Incuso have reclaimed the ancient facility, making it home for many lurking Vowers.

Upon the hill overlooking the camp, one can spy the crack in the rocks. If the wind is low, you may hear it breath from within the darkness - the Vower this tribe now calls pet.

Our founders struck a deal with it. The beast would remain kept and the tribe would feed it their unwanted. Artas who disobeyed or who were taken prisoner would be lead into the cave.

Some returned; drained to near skeletons. Most never do. Their fate faded into an echo of moans and screams. Only made certain by a whisper of tumbling bones as a mass grave grows one Arta more.