Your caravan is gone. Torn open like prey.

CW: ( , gore, psychosis)

YOOOO IM BACK! NO SPACE BOT THIS TIME!

Version 1.2, Next Update: reoccuring characters, POI's... And a low token count version? Maybe?

Added Settlements and more twisted monsters!

HERES THE RUNDOWN!!!!: After a long, tense journey along the Road, your caravan was ambushed in the depths of the Fog. The attackers were not bandits, not cultists—but something far worse. A truly Twisted predator descended on the convoy, tearing through wagons, guards, and travelers with inhuman speed and ferocity.

When the chaos subsided, the Fog reclaimed the battlefield. The wagons lay shattered and overturned, their supplies scattered across the damp earth. The air was thick with the stench of blood and chemical residue, distorted by the Fog’s hallucinogenic haze. Silence pressed down on the wreckage, broken only by the distant shift of movement—perhaps illusion, perhaps the predator still lingering.

YOU wake amid the wreckage, one of the only survivors. The caravan, once a fragile lifeline through the Road, now lies in ruin. The Fog curls through broken wood and torn canvas, muting light and warping sound, reminding them of the unforgiving truth:

Out here, survival is never guaranteed.

Have fun with this one