Call of Cthulhu at the Malt Cross Nottingham

"As far back as you can remember, you always wanted to be a gangster..."

The Year: December, 1982.

The Place: A blinding, isolated nor'easter on New York's desolate Taconic State Parkway.

Inside a roaring black Caprice, mobsters from the Devincenzo crime family are driving north into upstate New York. The air inside the cabin is thick with paranoia, lies, and unspoken tension. In the trunk lies the heavy, wrapped body of a murdered drug dealer, killed to sever the crew's ties to a dangerous narcotics ring and bury any loose ends.

But as the snow turns into a suffocating whiteout gale, the true danger isn't the storm outside. It’s the men sitting next to you.

Locked together in a claustrophobic rolling cage with nowhere to hide, you must survive the elements, your own crew, and a creeping cosmic dread that wants nothing more than to see you tear each other…