Puppetmaster
"I cannot stop, I cannot.." you repeat to yourself over and over as you slowly rise to your feet and begin jogging through the forest once again. Your body is still so very tired, but your mentality is strong and you keep running out into the mysterious forest. Night creatures are heard as you run, a hoot from an owl or a croak from a frog, but nothing seems any more unusual then back at home.
"Where the heck am I?" you mumble to yourself for the second time. Are you dreaming? Or was this a real world? And what is the Puppetmaster, a monster you painted yourself, doing here? You shake your head to relieve yourself of questions. "What matters is the present," you say to yourself, "and the present says that I need to stay alive."
Suddenly something catches your eye. A large clearing is a little ways to your left. In the middle of the clearing is a large house, constructed of logs and bricks of stone. There are no lights on in the house, and there is no smoke coming out of the chimney.
There appears to be no one home...
"Where the heck am I?" you mumble to yourself for the second time. Are you dreaming? Or was this a real world? And what is the Puppetmaster, a monster you painted yourself, doing here? You shake your head to relieve yourself of questions. "What matters is the present," you say to yourself, "and the present says that I need to stay alive."
Suddenly something catches your eye. A large clearing is a little ways to your left. In the middle of the clearing is a large house, constructed of logs and bricks of stone. There are no lights on in the house, and there is no smoke coming out of the chimney.
There appears to be no one home...