ackmasked dispatches from the underside wastelands of the Cringe Mythos, where the shadow-halves lounge in the radiant sick of their mutant decadence.

PRAISE FOR GANGERS:

"What the fuck did I just spend three days reading? It took me that long only because I had to stop and go on the internet and find something as filthy, snuff-like as crafted in this book to pass a stool over. This is unprecedented in its disgusting scope. Putrid. Disturbing. Extreme. Brutal. Scathing.  I couldn't put it down! I spent several hours masturbating over it! Seriously, this really got me in my pleasure spot!" - Anonymous Author of ill-report.