Gloom: LiliS

[idolpro]

[The old-fashioned writing desk in the center of the room carries several blank pieces of paper, a fine wooden pen, and a piece of parchment covered in writing. When you take a look, you find the following epigraph in a vibrant scrawl:]

Congratulations, future wordsmiths, and welcome to your first exercise in the creation of a true masterwork of tale-telling. This evening you'll be penning a terrific tragedy, starring the family of unsympathetic ne'er-do-wells provided to you.

Your goal? Why, to construct the best story your mind can conceive, of course - and make their lives as entertainingly miserable as possible before writing one of them directly into an early grave.

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STORYTELLING

[idolpro]

Death: Was eaten by bears

[busybreathing]

Anyone, someone, save me! Mordecai's please for help were silent, because he was too scared to yell them out loud. Too afraid the mice might go from crawling all over him to running into his mouth and down his throat. But he begged and pleaded and wished to any power that could hear him, save him.

After a crack of lightning and a peal of thunder, the rain started to clear as if by a divine force. Similarly, the mice began to still and then leave him, scampering off quickly.

He took his first gasp of clear air, one without mice, fur, rain. For a moment, relief cascaded over him and brought tears to his eyes. He was saved, someone had answered his prayers.

Mordecai bathed in the sliver of hope.

Which is why it was such a shock when something clamped down on his ankle. First he felt the pressure, brutal and crushing, and then the piercing pain. He barely had time to look down when another bite came, a giant powerful maw seizing on his knee.

"Help me!" This time he screamed out loud, turning and trying to get the ground under him, get his hand into the dirt and drag his body away from the bear that now loomed over him, ready to take another bite of his leg.

He reached out with his right arm, surprised when he was able to pull himself forward a little, his ruined leg dragging behind him. Mordecai had never heard that one should play dead when confronted with bears.

Bears.

He reached out with his arm again only to scream as his elbow was caught in yet another bear's mouth. The one behind him seemed to be mocking him, one heavy paw landing on his already mangled leg. Instead of fighting each other the bears continued to bite at him. His arms, his legs, a his back.

Finally, eventually, one bite down on his skull and shattered it.