Shadowgate
Gripping the rope firmly in your hand, your foot creaks into place. The bridge swings and beckons under your feet.
Taking another step with caution, you remember to breath.
A loud snap echoes off the cavern walls, ricocheting directly back to your ear canal. Freezing in place, you death grip the rope as it tenses between your fingers. Holding the torch to your body, you remain still upon the trembling bridge. Moments pass, and you ready yourself a broad step.
Timber flies out from beneath you. Clinging desperately to the rope, you release the torch. A symphony of snapping thread fills the chamber as your beacon of light plummets into the void. Legs flailing, the rope snaps in the darkness and you find yourself swinging.
Opening your mouth for a scream, you throttle against the jagged cavern wall. Stone rips into your arms and chest, tearing muscle and tendons. With a cry, your body strains and shakes profusely as you toil to maintain a hold for your life. Blood pumps from your wounds as you scream to pull yourself up. In the consuming nothing you swing rapidly in empty space. With a final shout, your grip loosens and you descend headlong into the pit. Damp air surges through you. Your heart swells inside your throat as you thrash through the air. You choke on blood as a thick stalagmite pierces your spine. The slick rock cracks your ribs into a puzzle as the tip punctures through your chest.
Your head snaps back, eyes glazing over in the unforgiving blackness.
Taking another step with caution, you remember to breath.
A loud snap echoes off the cavern walls, ricocheting directly back to your ear canal. Freezing in place, you death grip the rope as it tenses between your fingers. Holding the torch to your body, you remain still upon the trembling bridge. Moments pass, and you ready yourself a broad step.
Timber flies out from beneath you. Clinging desperately to the rope, you release the torch. A symphony of snapping thread fills the chamber as your beacon of light plummets into the void. Legs flailing, the rope snaps in the darkness and you find yourself swinging.
Opening your mouth for a scream, you throttle against the jagged cavern wall. Stone rips into your arms and chest, tearing muscle and tendons. With a cry, your body strains and shakes profusely as you toil to maintain a hold for your life. Blood pumps from your wounds as you scream to pull yourself up. In the consuming nothing you swing rapidly in empty space. With a final shout, your grip loosens and you descend headlong into the pit. Damp air surges through you. Your heart swells inside your throat as you thrash through the air. You choke on blood as a thick stalagmite pierces your spine. The slick rock cracks your ribs into a puzzle as the tip punctures through your chest.
Your head snaps back, eyes glazing over in the unforgiving blackness.
