Terror in Two Sentences!

The warrior then realized his weapon, the warhammer had magical properties and then spoke out the magic words "by the power of the light i call thee to my hand"! It materialized in his hands and now he was on the hunt for a thieving Demon, with 2 handed warhammer blessed by his gods in hand!

 

I'm pregnant. You're the father.

 

After days of unusual silence from the hardworking developers in Austin, TX, a single message is finally posted on the Shroud of the Avatar website.

"Update #97: Portalarium has just finalized the purchase of their studio by Electronic Arts, who will overtake full control of the development of Shroud of the Avatar while Richard Garriott announces his retirement from game design to focus on his next voyage into deep space!"

 

Half-awake, I gently slid my hand between the two warm pillows. "Those aren't pillows!", the strange man next to me said.

 

No! Today we do not celebrate "Groundhog Day". Today is...

 

Thats it im calling Maury!!!!

 

An unexpected visit from your mother.

No time to clean the house.

 

"Mom, there's no need for you to go downstairs to the basement."

Player quickly shuts the door so she can't see the dozens of dead female bodies he has stored down there for his experiments

 

"but Mom i really need the lotion for the skin! Oh yeah can i get a sewing kit too?

 

"Since when did you take up sewing, my dear?", asked mom.

"I found it to be rather relaxing after a long night spent stalking my prey.", said the hunter, with a sly smile on his face

 

"Welcome, O Seeker!" you hear as you follow the enticing odor of incense and enter the tiny gypsy wagon.

As the door is locked behind you, the form of the gypsy lady stretches and contorts into that of a 7-foot tall albino man, "hahaha, another unsuspecting outlander - your soul is mine, forever!"

 

Opening my door, I found the source of the scratching; two white bones, lodged in the wood. The rest stood, shuddering, just behind me...

 

Oh my god!!! Its Slenderman!

 

I let my dog in, she loves to bury bones in the backyard! One by one she buried each of them!

 

The sweet aroma drifted from the kitchen to the hungry awaiting guests in the parlor. Suddenly the chef appeared and with a tray of warm pastry he proclaimed "Tonight, we eat like a King!"

 

After all the pain, the suffering, all the torture they put me through with the racks, the pins, the screws, the branding and the skinning - the agony turned dull for I could feel the life slipping away while my blood was ebbingly dripping drop by drop to the ground and I smiled for the end to come - take me away.
That is when they brought in the healer.

 

"In fact tonight we eat the King! This is the Lord British pot pie, with hot sauce we picked up at the hot sauce store, called " Chaotic Dark Star"!

 

"Want to party?" she invited, and as I agreed she drew me to the soft warmth of her inviting flesh beneath a revealing dress.
After a cup of unknowingly drugged wine, the next thing I remember is sitting here, cold, naked and alone, the wagon gone into the night with all my belongings, and any remaining shred of respectable avatarhood gone along with it.

 

Torniquet laid his hands on Spoon, and spoke the words "i see you have been trapped in real life with a real job and a jerk boss! Now you are healed,welcome to the fantasy world of "Shroud of the Avatar"!

 

Lightning strikes outside your window, and what appears to be a rounded moongate rises - could it be the next Lord British adventure? - though different than you remember, it seems to change every time nowadays, so you plunge right in.

A familiar disembodied voice fills your mind, "Welcome Avatar, back to Pagan!"