Some time in 2006, two writers spoke in hurried whispers... what could cause the wretched insomnia that had taken them over, compelling them to write words of horrors never seen, only imagined? What could keep them from finishing their works, from containing the monsters within, from binding them with one simple word? How could they find their way out of the darkness they called home...into a darkness of release at Morpheus' hands? An idea was born that night. It grew into one monster after another until finally it has broken free.
Some time in 2006, two writers spoke in hurried whispers... what could cause the wretched insomnia that had taken them over, compelling them to write words of horrors never seen, only imagined? What could keep them from finishing their works, from containing the monsters within, from binding them with one simple word? How could they find their way out of the darkness they called home...into a darkness of release at Morpheus' hands? An idea was born that night. It grew into one monster after another until finally it has broken free.