So begins The Penny-Toy Man the newest blood caked offering from the dark and fetid Laudanum Project.

The snipes of the East End are vanishing and word is beginning to spread on street corners and in back alleys that perhaps kind old Albert Scratch is not all that he seems. In the slums, workhouses and sewers, terrified Cockneys huddle against the chilled winds of pure evil as the blood begins to run in rivers and the gates of Hell slowly creak open.