"He stumbled out of the wreckage.
All I could smell was smoke and burning oil.
One of his arms was on the grass in the middle of the field.
There wasn't any pain in his eyes and hardly any blood.
He just looked at me and said, 'Call for help, I'm Lid Emba'."*

WAKE UP. ART KILLS.

*Any similarity to real persons or events is fucking unfortunate.

Lid EMBA is built by Sean Moore <symbiotic>.
Sean Moore's dream invader is Lid EMBA <despotic>.