Dark, repugnant feasts punctuate the creepiest moments of the story, itself soaked in the festering decay of urban life. You can practically hear the cracking of chitin shells and splintered bone as you turn each brilliantly constructed page. Speaking of hearing, the soundtrack, coupled with the few, well-placed and moody pictures, enhances the storytelling from chilling to hair-raising and nightmarish levels of frightening.

Reading Neotrogla brought me back to the time I first discovered Stephen King, to when I listened to clipping.'s darkest tales of encounters with the supernatural and the mental and bodily toll it takes on the scarred protagonists. If Roxy ever decides to release an anthology of horror stories, even in a non-visual novel style, I'd rush to read it in a heartbeat.