The new one from our Olympia brethren and all around awesome dudes, Funerot. After escaping the vast dimensions of space and time, FUNEROT has returned to the dust of Earth to explore the hall of a dingy mausoleum. Fourteen tombs line the interior split between opposing walls. On pillars of stone, strange symbols are engraved and these support the structure. The stench of death permeates. Outside amongst the rotting vines and curled branches is built a locked gate which in the iron is scripted "And Then You Fucking Die, Man."