Tonight, while wandering an area where a werewolf has been
attacking people constantly for the last three months you, our faithful
predictee, will be assaulted by said werewolf.
“Score!” you’ll shout as his claws rend your flesh and his
teeth sink into your shoulder, clamping down with the force of a bear trap. “I’m finally gonna get powers and be special
and stuff!”
The werewolf will respond with a wordless growl as he tries
to clear your blood from his throat.
“Now you can let go,” you’ll mumble at the werewolf, the
blood loss from your wounds already making you dizzy. The werewolf won’t seem to hear you,
however. He’ll keep shaking you and
raking your body with his claws until he gets you on your back and opens up
your belly. Then he’ll start devouring
your entrails, steamy blood and partially digested food dribbling from his maw
on to your body.
“I think I might’ve planned this poorly…” you’ll murmur as
the world fades to black around you and you begin an exciting existence as a
tortured ghost in perpetual agony.
Congratulations Failed Werewolf!
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