The Old Gods

The light fades and you feel yourself slowly stop falling. You are suspended in midair and no matter how you try you cannot move.

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After a moment, you are shoved forward by a pair of strong hands and you fall face first into a bank of snow.

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You must begin again.

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Maybe you should go find someone who knows the answer, or perhaps find the announcement to the first Demonathon ever hosted...