Terrified of the distorted thing, you turn to run. Hardly one step later, you trip over a root; you were certain that wasn't there before.
There's a whining sound- the sound a tree makes as it creaks and bends under so much weight just before it snaps. A terrible, screeching sound!
It's all you can hear; it vibrates through your bones; it paints your vision with spots...
And a pain spikes through you, climbing up your spine and spreading throughout your body.
You writhe with the pain, immobilized... and yet some how you move.
The pain creeping in between the discs of your spine pulls the vertebrates into a straight line, pulling and pulling and pulling each bonenapart from the others in a clean, straight line.
Your arms spread up and to the sides and you realize that something is wrong, something is terribly wrong: you have far too many arms.
Somehow you're on your feet, but they seem fused to the ground.
Your spine continues to grow with this insane force and your skin begins to feel rigid.
Bark. It's all you can think. Bark. Wood. Rough. Bark. White. Bark. Dark. Bark. Fibrous. Bark. Thick. Bark.
Leaves dangle off your flailing arms that are slowly stiffening, covered in bark.
The creature steps before you, calm. It examines you, your bark. It examines you, your limbs.
"You do not wish to travel, so you will not. You will forever stand on this spot until your own kind cuts across your knees and strips the skin of your face and legs and arms. You will stand here until your own kind comes to free you, piece by piece."
You can not move. The demon's words are fuzzy.
You are a tree, stiff and eternal.
Game Over
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Futile Trials
AdventureThis is a your choice story. But choose carefully, many of these paths will lead to an unfortunate end.
