You kneel down and worship the Dark Lord.
You are frozen to death by the might of the unnamable power you summoned.
* HP:Hurt>
In response to your plea, you feel your soul probed by a scrutinising Red Eye.
At once your body is engulfed within the Black Lord's will and there is nothing
left but a consuming darkness...
* HP:Hurt>
The pain stops, your vision clears and you realize that you are elsewhere.
It is pitch black...
You are on a mountain.
o HP:Hurt>
Someone hits your left leg and shatters it.
That really HURT!
Someone swiftly dodges your attempt to hit it.
o HP:Wounded Someone:Healthy>
Yants narrates 'Beep.'
Someone hits your body hard and shatters it.
You are incapacitated and will slowly die, if not aided.
o HP:Dying Someone:Healthy>
You are dead! Sorry...