It all started before lunch/in the morning/when I woke up. I tripped over my dog/the rug/absolutely nothing and sprained my ankle/tore my pants/bruised my ego. My phone died/alarm didn't go off/coffee pot exploded, which meant I was late for work/stuck at home/totally unprepared. At work, it only went downhill from there when my boss yelled at me/I spilled coffee on a report/the printer jammed and erased all my work.
Just for kicks, I forgot my lunch/missed the bus and ended up eating dinner with strangers/had to walk home in the rain/couldn't find my keys.
By the time I got back to my apartment/dorm room/house, I was just about ready to scream/over it.
I swear, that day was cursed/it felt like the world was against me/everything that could go wrong did go wrong. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.
From Worst Fears Unleashed
A sinister darkness has crept over the land, releasing horrors that were once buried. The walls between sanity are shattering, forcing our deepest terrors to invade. Forbidden evils stir, their gaze fixed on a world unaware. The very essence of existence is being destroyed.
Bottom at the Heap
When you're at the foot of the pile, it means you've hit rock bottom. You're scraping by, living on the margins of society. Every day is a struggle just to {getthrough click here and put food on the table. Your life might be full of hardships, but there's still hope for redemption. You just need to find the strength to keep going.
Dreadful Deeds Done committed
Through the annals of records we find tales that chill the absolute soul. Monstrous acts have been committed by hands both human and perhaps otherwise. From forgotten times to the modern day, the gloom of sin have cast upon innocent lives.
A tapestry woven with threads of betrayal, where violence stains the fabric of civilization. Victims left in its wake, a horrifying reminder that darkness can appear even in the kindest of souls.
Absolute Disaster Zone
This location is a absolute nightmare. Structures are destroyed, and the air is thick with dust. Survivors scurry through the shrapnel like rats, desperately seeking food. This place is a breathing testament to destruction.
Beware if you value your life. The only thing worse than the hazards here is the silence that follows.
A Haunting Reality
The shadows dance/twist/writhe, their edges blurring like a fever dream. Every sound echoes/reverberates/thunders through the halls, whispering secrets of horror/darkness/destruction. Even the air feels/tastes/smells thick with fear/suspense/unease, a palpable presence that stifles/chokes/claws at your throat. You are trapped/ensnared/imprisoned within this living nightmare, each moment a torturous test/ordeal/trial of your sanity.
- There is no escape
- Hope flickers weakly
- Will you ever wake up?