Madness - Your mind is in Tatters

It tears into your arm and sups on your tendons. Blood and spit fly from the flews and the teeth are stained crimson. A howl and you bite again. Someone screams, loud enough to wake you.

You look down with disgust at an open wound, at the gash torn along your forearm, and the blood seeping into your bedsheet. The bone is showing, dead and white as ash and surrounded by the sundered tendons. Someone says something, calming words but meaningless, as you chew off another chunk.

The walls have changed, and now stone surrounds you. The orderlies are nice, and the doctor sometimes talks to you. They no longer bind you in a straightjacket and the signs{if A Heretic = 1} – the dragon-greens, the luminous, the dark, and the serpent-haunted. Snow-besprinkled wine – {elseif An Occultist = 1} – the dragon-greens, the luminous, the dark, and the serpent-haunted. Snow-besprinkled wine–{else}, smudged in blood and excrement, {endif} have been scrubbed from the naked wall. You still draw, in ink and on clean paper, and one day your mind may return to you.

Until then you can rest.

Thank you for playing.