The Spectre's Vile Hand (The Shock Doctrine)

The Specter's Vile Hand (The Shock Doctrine)

A fetid stench fills the air while locked inside this vault. Room filled with bodies. Maggots occupy the dead.

Transfixed iridescent eyes stare upon the corpses. Many days have drained. Flies feed upon the dead.

A spectral warfare has been lost.

Sentience of mankind wanes.

Corporate anesthesia.

A spectral warfare has been lost.

The Spectre of our past descends its vile hand. Riddled with deceit, bodies accumulate.

Natural disaster transforms to opportunity.

Once the air is clear, There's new land to exploit.