It all started before lunch/in the morning/when I woke up. I tripped over my dog/the rug/absolutely nothing and sprained my ankle/tore my pants/bruised my ego. My phone died/alarm didn't go off/coffee pot exploded, which meant I was late for work/stuck at home/totally unprepared. At work, it only went downhill from there when my boss yelled at me/I spilled coffee on a report/the printer jammed and erased all my work.
To top it off, I forgot my lunch/missed the bus and ended up eating dinner with strangers/had to walk home in the rain/couldn't find my keys.
By the time I got back to my apartment/dorm room/house, I was just about ready to scream/over it.
I swear, that day was cursed/it felt like the world was against me/everything that could go wrong did go wrong. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.
From Worst Fears Unleashed
A chilling darkness has smothered over the land, awakening horrors that were once confined. The walls between worlds are blurring, beckoning our deepest nightmares to manifest. Forbidden evils stir, their sights fixed on a world unaware. The very fabric of existence is being destroyed.
Bottom on Pile
When you're at the bottom of the pile, it means you've hit rock check here bottom. You're scraping by, living on the fringes of society. Every day is a struggle just to {getthrough and put food on the table. Your life might be full of hardships, but there's still hope for redemption. You just need to find the motivation to keep going.
Dreadful Deeds Done executed
Through the annals of history we find tales that chill the stark soul. Ghastly acts have been wrought by hands both human and maybe otherwise. From ancient times to the contemporary day, the darkness of wickedness have cast upon vulnerable lives.
A tapestry woven with threads of treachery, where violence stains the fabric of civilization. The suffering left in its wake, a horrifying reminder that darkness can manifest even in the warmest of souls.
Extreme Disaster Zone
This spot is a absolute nightmare. Buildings are crumbled, and the air is thick with dust. Civilians scurry through the wreckage like insects, desperately seeking water. This place is a living testament to destruction.
Beware if you value your sanity. The only thing worse than the hazards here is the void that follows.
The Everlasting Terror
The shadows dance/twist/writhe, their edges blurring like a fever dream. Every sound echoes/reverberates/thunders through the halls, whispering secrets of horror/darkness/destruction. Even the air feels/tastes/smells thick with fear/suspense/unease, a palpable presence that stifles/chokes/claws at your throat. You are trapped/ensnared/imprisoned within this living nightmare, each moment a torturous test/ordeal/trial of your sanity.
- Escape seems impossible
- Hope flickers weakly
- Only the darkness knows the answer