losers

you fell too early.

You were supposed to take down the storm. Take back your life.

you didn't mean to fail. the Witherstorm was supposed to die, and you were supposed to be pronounced heroes, build your town, maybe lay low... but no. no matter how much of your fantasy future you planned out, things are never easy for you.

Never.

You skidded under a tentacle only to feel a sharp pain across your face, sending you flying backward. You hit it two times out of the necessary four before it threw you out of it, leaving Reuben up there, leaving the world in jeopardy, leaving yourself in shame.

Try again?