Thread:HerroPeople/@comment-38673718-20190512201224/@comment-38673718-20190513001028

You scan across the rustling plains for stone, to see only one in sight. You walk over and chip a piece off. Then you are knocked over by a strong force. A looming sense rushes into you. Suddenly, the Polearm in your hands turns into a stick. You start falling. You spend the next several decades dying in that same area over and over again. You regret your decision, but it’s too late. You are stuck for eternity.