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 improved slightly 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 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 treacherous darkness has fallen over the land, releasing horrors that were once buried. The lines between worlds are disintegrating, allowing our deepest fears to invade. Ancient evils stir, their sights fixed on a world unaware. The very essence of existence is torn destroyed.

Lowest at the Barrel

When you're at the foot of the barrel, it means you've hit rock bottom. You're scraping by, living on the edges 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 betterment. You just need to find the willpower to keep going.

Dreadful Deeds Done committed

Through the annals of records we find tales that chill the very soul. Monstrous acts have been wrought by hands both human and perhaps otherwise. From old times to the present day, the shadows of wickedness have fallen upon harmless lives.

A tapestry woven with threads of betrayal, where slaughter stains the fabric of society. The suffering left in its path, a chilling reminder that darkness can emerge even in the kindest of souls.

Extreme Disaster Zone

This spot is a absolute nightmare. Buildings are crumbled, and the air is thick with dust. Villagers scurry through the shrapnel like insects, desperately seeking food. This place is a walking testament to chaos.

Do not enter 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 check here living nightmare, each moment a torturous test/ordeal/trial of your sanity.

• There is no escape
• Hope flickers weakly
• Will you ever wake up?