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 got stuck in traffic 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 at my wit's end.
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 sinister darkness has crept over the land, unleashing horrors that were once confined. The walls between check here reality are shattering, beckoning our deepest terrors to invade. Forbidden evils stir, their sights fixed on a world helpless. The very fabric of existence is being apart.
Bottom at the Pile
When you're at the foot of the barrel, it means you've hit rock hard times. 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 obstacles, but there's still hope for improvement. You just need to find the motivation to keep going.
Dreadful Deeds Done executed
Through the annals of time we find tales that chill the very soul. Horrific acts have been unleashed by hands both human and possibly otherwise. From ancient times to the present day, the gloom of wickedness have spread upon vulnerable lives.
A tapestry woven with threads of betrayal, where bloodshed stains the fabric of civilization. The suffering left in its trail, a frightening reminder that darkness can manifest even in the kindest of souls.
Extreme Disaster Zone
This location is a absolute nightmare. Buildings are crumbled, and the air is thick with debris. Villagers scurry through the shrapnel like insects, desperately seeking water. This place is a walking testament to devastation.
Beware if you value your life. The only thing worse than the hazards here is the silence 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.
- Freedom feels like a distant dream
- A faint glimmer of hope remains
- Only the darkness knows the answer