So, Below

Some-Field, Nowhere-In-Particular

Late on a quiet night in the middle of some field, Northwest and Southwest spend the time they're being paid to stand about chatting about literally anything else instead.  A slightly uncomfortable (yet strangely amusing..?) delve into the horrible thoughts of two men, washed in a sloppy, grungy style.

There is nought here but the ashes of man. 2.5k words. ~10 minutes. 

Writing, art,  music, sound design by Annesiac/Persickaria

Music sampled from Swans, Mon Oncle, and Mudeth

Additional SFX sourced from Pixabay.com

Thanks to ThatMegalosaurus, Colo115, and Bridget for testreading

Additional thanks to Bridget, Duri, Gwen, Richard, Rik Schaffer, and Jacques Tati

CONTENT WARNINGS:

Excessive usage of homophobic slurs and bigotry, allusions to (including sexual) violence