I Have a Legendary Containment Facility

Neon is the color of blood.

Behind the elevator doors lurks a skinning ritual. A silent broadcast squats atop a signal tower. Your reflection... is smiling at you. This isn't an illusion. They're here: urban monstrosities that devour logic and rewrite reality.

Some choose to surrender, embracing corruption until they become legends.

Others wager their bones, flesh, and eyes, remaking themselves into weapons that can slay gods. (I made up some of the monsters myself, so don't complain.)