Virgina, 1933.

Prohibition laws state that no alcohol is to be made or sold. Cities are dry, but 'moonshiners' in the country make illegal spirits to sell for criminal profit. Franklin County is the undisputed Moonshine Capital of the World, and a new batch has hit the speakeasies from the state capital of Richmond to Washington D.C. They call it "Black Honey Lightning." Those that taste it swear off other batches, and after enough drink they are driven to a sudden, violent madness, screaming about a heartbeat in the earth and begging to be cut open "to let the dark heart out."

You are a makeshift task force of Federal Agents. G-Men, Revenuers, Postal Auditors, Foresters, and Health Service. No one agency was the first to open a file, and this needs to be handled. Now. Whoever was available was put on a train to Richmond. Your orders are simple: from Richmond, take the train into the backcountry, trace the supply line, and smash the master still.

In the backwoods of Appalachia there's the opposition you know, reluctant locals, corrupt cops, and violent moonshiners. And things you don't, the mountains that watch, the trees that sparkle, and somethings sleeping below the coal mines that have been waiting uncountable years to be tasted.

Check your weapons, prepare your investigation, watch your step. Something is aware of you.

Content Warnings:

Cosmic and folk horror, claustrophobia, extreme graphic body horror (self-harm / mutilation under the influence of supernatural delirium), violence, and corporate and industrial decay.