An Open Maw. Ragged Teeth Hewn from Obsidian.

A slavering beast hounds you. It snaps at your heels as you run through an endless forest. Black thorns bite your flesh, and you can feel hot breath on your naked skin. You stumble over an unseen root and tumble into the darkness. Jagged rocks cut open your skin, and you can feel the teeth tearing into your tender flesh.

You have lost [0] Sanity

Your Sanity remains at [2] – Nightmares

You awake screaming. Cold sweat has soaked through your linens, and your limbs hurt from phantom pain. You find a bottle and drink. Strong drink dulls the memories, and the light of day chases the ghosts of the night away. They will return with the dark, but you will be ready.

You are now: Menaced By A Hound of Dream