The Forsaken Hero
I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement, and I looked down to see the needle. It had slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace I'd felt in my short, miserable life. There was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. There's always someone else to beat or rape. The regulars would move on quickly. I died. Only...wasn't death supposed to be dark? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY
Strategy
With the arrival of the anomaly, the storm slowly returned to motion, and then continued to increase in intensity. Heavy, wet snowflakes descended from the clouds in billowing gusts of winter, sticking to my hair and clothes. One made its way into my nose, and I sneezed, rubbing my nose furiously as it began to numb.
"Spirit, could you do something about this?" I asked, waving my hand in the air.
It tilted its head and frowned. "This?"
"The snow. Please, can you hold it back a bit?" I asked, drawing my cloak as tight as I dared across the sunpurge as another shiver coursed through my flesh.