WARNING!!! THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN ASPECTS OF MURDER, RAPE, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, ANIMAL ATTACKS, ANTHROPOMORPHIC CHARACTERS, ROMANCE, AND (possibly) SMUT! YE HATH BEEN WARNETH!
(Any art used in this story, whether it be cover, character(s), locations, etc. are NOT MINE!! They belong to their respective owners!! I do NOT own "The Long Dark," or anything else relevant made by the developers! IT IS THEIR PROPERTY!!!) ...But I do recommend looking into the game! It is absolutely beautiful and made by some fantastic developers! Anyways, here's a (hopefully detailed enough) introduction to the story!
"Ah shit! My hand! AGGHHH!" The somewhat experienced pilot, Henri Jack, or as his friends and family call him, Jack, attempted to pull out a piece of scrap that had been lodged into his left hand. The small piece of scrap, which was about 6 inches long and one and a half inches wide, was sticking straight through his left hand, about 4 inches through his palm. "Good thing I'm right handed! At least there's a tiny silver lining in this shitstorm!"
Jack's cargo was gone, his plane was totaled, he may as well be dead! But Jack knew what to do in this situation. "I need to grab, ah, grab whatever's left before I freeze! Then, I need to find the nearest settlement!" He proceeded to grab whatever supplies were remaining from the crash site, which seemed to be a Granola bar labeled "Nuts & Stuff," a bottle of potable water about 3/4 full, a couple of cheap cardboard matches and a piece of cloth.
Even though he may have been saved temporarily, he still needed help.. It would turn night soon, and the clothes he had on him wouldn't exactly suffice for the blistering cold night... He needed to hurry, and fast! Good thing he has a furred angel watching over him! (Or just watching him.......)
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