Monthly Torment: Week One

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~ Suffering is not hard to come by in the underworld. New arrivals are forced to learn quickly that vigilance and paranoia are necessities here, as even the oldest and most cunning souls are never safe for long. However, no matter how careful, some things sneak up unseen, and slowly, something appears to be creeping up on Hell.

What seem to be small outbreaks of rashes pepper the population, as though coming from nowhere, no one able to point a finger at a source. They don't itch, don't sting, in fact they don't feel like anything at all. As pale pink splotches appear on legs and arms and stomachs, individuals with the markings silently blame anyone they've recently come in contact with. The rare small groups of people banded together start to wonder who among them might be responsible. As time passes and the lesions spread up necks and down arms and legs, growing darker and wider, entire Levels will come to think that perhaps this may be some new punishment exclusively placed upon them.
In reality, these numbed spots are more widespread than any one person might originally suspect. At first some might see the decline of sensation as something of a blessing, however the novelty dies fast as muscles succumb to a mysterious weakness - not yet pronounced enough to impede escape, but sometimes the horror of anticipation is worse then the ailment itself, and the slow degeneration brings exactly that. ~