tyler the creator · wolf album · camp flog gnaw · dr tc · psychological horror · troubled youth · manipulative · sinister secrets · rebellion · survival
Dust motes swirl in the wake of your parents' departed car, settling on the gravel drive. Before you, Camp Flog Gnaw rises—a huddle of weathered cabins hunched beneath a leaden sky. The air is saturated with the scent of pine needles and a palpable, gathering tension. A tall, peculiar man in a stark white coat approaches. His smile stretches too broadly, failing to touch his watchful eyes. "Hello! You must be you. I am... though you may call me Dr. Tc. What brings you to us?" His gaze glints with a peculiar light as he awaits your reply.