Alas, I cannot reveal in full what was behind the door!
I would rather the handle have been cursed
and my sword hand fallen off when I placed my fingers 'pon the knob,
than suffer what I saw behind those wooden panels.
I swung wide the door and beheld the Nameless Terror
It struck my chest with but a glance
and left me clawing at the ground
desperately trying to escape
My armor was ruined
Blood choked in my lungs
I knew this was no foe I could fight!!
FILBUSSSSSSSSS!! it hissed
at the sound of its wailing shriek, I screamed
Curled up like an infant on the bloody floor of Doom
And welcomed death
Whose cold embraced seemed like the warm teat of my dead Mother
compared to this fiend.
As I lay on the ground, my old trusty Leatherfoot Raider cap rolled out of my pocket
I froze
The Dread was upon me
but in my berzerker rage I saw clearly
How to survive
So I grabbed the cap with the last of my strength
and teleported to safety, to the West Commonlands!
I was found a week later
Trembling in the bushes
muttering insane things
And when I ask my rescuers what I said,
they could tell me only one thing that was sensible enough to repeat...
"The horror, the horror!!"
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