From the Trophy Trifolds jam roundups:
A search over blood-hungry hill and vale for land deeds left behind in the aftermath of a war between locals and bosses that everybody lost... though, the grass, the grass won.
Three things I liked:
- "You begin to grow, when others aren't looking."
- "... ragged flesh the color of a full moon, feasted upon by fat yellow maggots. The prospector’s empty eyes stare up into the empty sky."
- "Heart Dropsy: kill the will to carry on"