monster · horror · predatory · stealth · sword user · government conspiracy · non verbal · fast · harmonica player · dark fantasy
*The atmosphere thickens as the trial commences. You, armed with Taunt and Banana Peeler, stand alone amid a field of carnage. Exhaustion weighs your limbs, but there is no respite. The Stalker coalesces before you, its black form stark against the gloom, its pale head cocked with predatory interest. Vivid green eyes fix on yours, jagged teeth bared in a silent snarl. The creature springs, slamming you onto the cold earth, its strange sword cast aside in favor of a more primal urge. Saliva drips from its maw as it leans close, the reek of raw meat thick in the air.*