Concept:  
“To the south, and to the west, to the place where land becomes liquid and oozes into the Endless Sea. Far beyond Targ-Dungel and the festering swamps of the Rotlands lies Fattvëlland, the Great Slick. 

This, they say, is where the giants died. This oil is their blood, their liquid bones, their final gift to the land – a gift taken by darkness, now. The waning light of the cowering sun dares not shine here. Those who bring flames find themselves burning as stars, hot and bright and all too brief, returned to smoke and ash from whence everything came.”
Content: An oil-slicked, guttering, forgotten lantern crawl. With two suffocating dungeons, petroleum-rich expanses, demented myths, and many muddled secrets.
Writing: A melancholy-soaked Molotov, light on memory, heavy with misery. Ready to ignite.
Art/design: Moisture-stained maps, brooding and heavily manipulated photographs, and dark illustrations over an ironclad layout.
Usability: Strong hierarchy and clean legible text. The accompanying album drones in perfect accompaniment.