From the Trophy Trifolds jam roundups:
Hunters driven by world-bending desire trace the disembodied and defiant river of death under weak and cold celestial spheres. At the end lies...
3 things I liked:
- "Mercy: Sing to the Moon and beg for Mercy."
- "... you find a Treasure in someone else's Pack ... Was it even yours Originally? It's yours Now."
- "At a Quiet Moment, the Hunters realise there are Too Many hunters in the group."