Desc and story.. ;)
You sit on a stone to think; a hard, cold stone, jagged and rough.
Pensive, you tap your fingers on the hard, cold, jagged and rough
surface. You pull back your hand in surprise when it meets something
soft and warm. Looking carefully at your fingers you see the tips are
covered with... blood? You back away with a shriek, and fall to the
muddy ground.
The rock is covered in dark, seeping liquid. You turn your eyes at the
sight; it seems replusive in some way; and, you can smell a dim stink
in the air. Crawling on your hands and knees you make your way to--
where? You cannot see: your eyes are blinded by mud and water and fog.
You cannot feel: all your senses are dulled. You cannot hear: your
ears seemed clogged, though you can faintly make out a soft
pitter-platter from the rain hitting the ground. You cannot smell:
nothing but rain is smelt, or the stink that lingers in your nostrils.
Nor can you taste: but that does not matter much...
Though you have much blood, you cannot see any wounds, as far as you
can tell; a few scratches and cuts, and many bruises, are all that are
to be found. This conclusion, however, baffles you. If you have blood
on you, does not that mean you have been injured?
