YArpg- Follow the tracks anyway
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You enter the forest. The large, thick trees cast shadows that prevent the rising sun from injecting even a sliver of light upon the snow-coated ground. You can hear the sound of crickets chirping, although the pleasant noise slowly fades as night becomes day. Your eyes are gradually adjusting to the darkness, but you cannot see more than perhaps three metres in front of you. | You enter the forest. The large, thick trees cast shadows that prevent the rising sun from injecting even a sliver of light upon the snow-coated ground. You can hear the sound of crickets chirping, although the pleasant noise slowly fades as night becomes day. Your eyes are gradually adjusting to the darkness, but you cannot see more than perhaps three metres in front of you. | ||
- | Suddenly, a loud | + | The tracks abruptly cease after a minute or so of walking. There is a small patch of ice, perhaps a foot in diameter, where they end. |
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+ | Suddenly, a loud <i>reee</i> fills the air. You look to your left to see a wild boar charging at you, murder in its eyes. It seems your neglect is already having an effect. | ||
Do you: | Do you: |
Current revision as of 02:25, 16 July 2017
You enter the forest. The large, thick trees cast shadows that prevent the rising sun from injecting even a sliver of light upon the snow-coated ground. You can hear the sound of crickets chirping, although the pleasant noise slowly fades as night becomes day. Your eyes are gradually adjusting to the darkness, but you cannot see more than perhaps three metres in front of you.
The tracks abruptly cease after a minute or so of walking. There is a small patch of ice, perhaps a foot in diameter, where they end.
Suddenly, a loud reee fills the air. You look to your left to see a wild boar charging at you, murder in its eyes. It seems your neglect is already having an effect.
Do you: