In this small, northern town, the darkness overwhelms… The darkness permeates everything. This is a place where the sun never rises, the moon never falls. Residents pop D-pills (among other things) daily just to get by… If you can call what they do “getting by”. Depression is by far the biggest killer here and very few can escape it.
The town has a somewhat ghostly, ethereal feel to it. The black skies, the snow covered, fog filled streets. The maize-glow from the windows. Locals call this place Durénnmørk, even though that is not its ‘official’ name. Durénnmørk means, appropriately, ‘dark place’ in the old language and almost everyone who lives here calls it by that name. Many people live here, and yet everyone is alone. Nobody ever leaves. Sure, people do go from time to time – they ‘travel’, but they never leave permanently. They always return at some point. One way or another. So it goes…

The Lonely Outlet, founded in 1986, is a local multi-media, variety pop-culture magazine covering just about any and every topic that might interest someone. Video games, movies, books, music, food, Japanese culture (it’s the IN THING right now!) and more besides.
The Outlet is not really about that stuff though – it’s about the people who write it. Their deeply personal, super-subjective™ experiences with said media. Their stories of love and heartbreak, happiness and despair. Inside its pages, you will still find the usual assortment of news, reviews and so on, present in almost every other relevant periodical… but not an article goes by without their own fun, silly, darkly humorous, or poignant stories being interwoven, in some way.
Most other journalists aim for near-pure objectivity. Apparently, the folks at Lonely Outlet missed that memo…