Good Luck, You Pariah, You Freak.
You are caught, forced to run the gauntlet alongside strangers, with your lives as only reward.
Whatever station, wealth or fame you had has gone up in flames. You are treated as a monster by old friends and foes alike. They aren't wrong.
Your crime? You have been touched by The Terrible Thing That Eats At The World. You are now one of its unwilling jesters, and a ticking bomb.
It has unburdened you from age, hunger and thirst, bestowed upon you fearsome powers and curses. As you use the Fog, it uses you in turn.
Most folks like you don't make it far, but you just might overcome a world that laughs at your dreams and wants what is yours.
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