Talk:Sanity/@comment-4656059-20130213144414

Well that was the scariest night I've ever had to endure! Just after dark of day 43, 3 hounds turned up. My sanity was somewhere around the 50-60 mark. Doesn't sound too bad so far, does it.

But then whilst running around my fire and fighing off the hounds, I hear a wind-up-music-box tune start playing. Then these two hands start trying to put out my fire! I've no torch on me, am down to my last effigy, and don't have the materials to make another fire. Cue a full 2 minutes running around a fire that's getting low (so a very small circle of light) whilst being chased by 3 hounds (I have a spear but no log suit) and having to repeatedly run at two hands as they keep trying to put out the fire.

I hated this so much, yet somehow I found it unexpectedly fun. Thank goodness I don't have a heart condition! And I survived. :)