Mansion of Maleficence by Per Jorner - Introduction - Rules - Start - Sections

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You cannot find anything to hold on to. Screaming and waving your arms futilely, you roll over the edge of the roof and proceed to hurtle towards the ground. As fate would have it, it is the pile of dry leaves you noticed before that you are now falling towards. The fall itself might not have killed you, but there is nothing welcoming about the iron head of an old rake lying beneath the leaves. Your adventure ends as its row of three-inch points are driven deep into your back.