"A sudden blast of cold air from below douses your torches and lanterns. The grinding of stone on stone is heard as sections of the path underfoot pull away from each other. The platforms of solid ground drift apart, a chilling abyss stretching out below their separation."

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Do you flirt with your wife or get in a fist fight with the annoying thing you've been left with?

Submitted By DrunkCleric
Submitted: 2 weeks ago ・ Last Updated: 2 weeks ago