CursedA hundred hands writhe under your skin, seeking to force their way through, some in and some out. Your eyeballs push at their lids and sizzle, ready to pop. You grit your teeth and remind yourself that all this is just an illusion conjured by the dark sorcery of the warp.
YOU[Turn a few pages]
CursedWith every page, the pain in your body intensifies, and an ominous voice echoes in your head, whispering in an unknown dialect.
YOU[Stop]
CursedFeeling that nothing good can come of it, you slam the book shut.
YOU[Open the tome]
CursedTouching the book makes your hands tingle and you feel a spell of dizziness coming on. The symbols on the pages rearrange themselves, vowing vicious torment, and the stretched face on the cover starts to resemble your own.
YOU[Burn the suspicious artefact]
CursedThe fiery tongues reluctantly lap away the taint of heresy from the book, their warm colours fading as they engulf the tome. The bloody symbol on the cover melts, and you hear a shriek so loud that the pain pierces your eardrums. The final flash reveals the heretical sigil in full, but only a moment later, you cannot recall what it looked like.
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YOU[Step well away from the tome]
CursedYou walk away, struggling to suppress the urge to come back and glimpse under the cover.
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Entry point 2 of 4
CursedA hundred hands writhe under your skin, seeking to force their way through, some in and some out. Your eyeballs push at their lids and sizzle, ready to pop. You open your mouth to scream, instead spewing out a torrent of dark blood. The agony ends only when you lose consciousness...
CursedWhen you wake up, you still tremble at the memory of the suffering you have endured.
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Entry point 3 of 4
CursedThe rustling builds and builds, culminating in a wild, undulating shriek. You feel your skull burst into a thousand bony splinters piercing every inch of your body. An insatiable desire to slash and maim fills your very being. The few moments of struggle feel like an eternity but end in your triumph. The delinquent writings that fill the tome faintly echo in your mind until finally, they fall silent.
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Entry point 4 of 4
CursedThe weighty tome is bound in the skin of a human face, laced with a cord woven from tendons. A sinister crimson symbol dominates the cover, but it is difficult for you to make out. The details elude your scrutiny and the strokes twist and shift, furthering the confusion.
YOU[Open the tome]continues where this line first appears above
YOU[Burn the suspicious artefact]continues where this line first appears above
YOU[Step well away from the tome]continues where this line first appears above