Enter the disturbed mind of Greg Stanina, an unholy realm of macabre nightmares rife with deranged psychopaths shrouded in darkness, deadly automatons designed for carnage, and a sinister garden teeming with flesh-devouring plants. Prepare yourself for a descent into madness, where each twist and turn inches you towards the precipice of sanity.
A human breeze, a fluffy nimbus, a gasser and a gasseroo, a soothing sauna, a cool cucumber, a tonic fizz, a sunset sail, a shrug, a wink, and a whistle. And I may or may not suffer from acute Stendhal Syndrome.