CONTINUE

[stuffandnonsense]

THE STENCH HAS GAINED SENTIENCE AND A PALPABLE WEIGHT.

IT WAITS UNTIL YOUR PARTY HAS GONE TO SLEEP.

IT SETTLES OVER THEM LOVINGLY, LIKE A BLANKET.

A BLANKET MADE OF STINK.

THERE IS NO AIR IN THE STINK.

YOU HAVE ALL SMOTHERED IN YOUR OWN STENCH.

YOU LOSE THE GAME.

START OVER?
YES
NO