So nauseous pines, This noxious abyss, I feed from the milk, of ultra violet, Yet I'm lost with you, My floating twin, You're the anchor to the drain, but I am the key, To nothing.
Nauseous Pines is the story of two nightschool students, united by fate and charged with creating their very first video game project. "Nauseous Pines"
Fear is eternal. You wake up, the gelatinous, adrenochrome saturated subject of an ancient prophecy, formulated by a brotherhood of abandoned sentient machines; stuck on the cusp of an evolutionary leap.
The people's cries have activated ancient Ohr deposits and woken you from your slumber. Now you must help them to find their frequencies, their souls ... your heaven.