Start here. My first two deaths:
All that glisters is not gold. The detonation rips you in half. They feast on your remains.
— There is always hope (@wnd_hope) January 11, 2015
The battery stutters into life. A weak light illuminates their bared fangs. Your screams are quickly drowned out.
— They've all gone (@wnd_help) January 11, 2015
You can read about the project here. Via.