#mhq.event

the room seems to fill with a black smog, almost enough to feel like you're choking but yet still breathing with utmost certainty. lights begin to flicker off and on in a pattern... one... one... two... one... one... two... three...

panic fills the air as individuals inside the club begin to worry. no one has ever seen anything like this before. all eyes are on your table, trying to find grounding with your friends, old and new. someone at the front of the room is laughing. laughing? panic fills your body as you turn from the faces that you can barely make out to where the chef stands, hands on a table, cackling in dallas' face.

you don't understand. it doesn't make sense. none of this makes sense.

the laughing continues as the chef moves around the room, glancing at every individual, grinning from ear to ear. as he makes his way to yours, you can see that the friendly blue eyes you saw greeting you earlier are replaced with pitch black. even the whites.

fear.

you have read stories about these things, you have consumed media regarding them but never in your life thought they were real.

demons were here.

DEMONS are now a species that can be utilized within the game.

the clock strikes. it's o'clock now and you're scared. you're hungry. and you don't understand what's happening before your eyes.

green and yellow sparks appear in the musty smog and you watch it disappear as the chef turns his eyes to the middle of the room. he stops laughing. you're not sure what you're witnessing as his grin contorts now to malice.

something snarls and makes a lunge for a woman dressed in white. you don't remember seeing her before but with the flick of her wrist, the large black dog stills. black dog? where did it come from? and then it hits you.

hellhounds. the demon had brought it's faithful companion and had sent it to lunge at a witch. and the witch had distracted it? your brain doesn't comprehend what's going on.

HELLHOUNDS & WITCHES are now a species that can be utilized within the game.

the clock rings again and it feels like it hasn't been that long as you watch magic and smog fight. everything in your body is telling you now is the time to run and you gently kick the person next to you. "now? now or never?" you hear someone at the table whisper and everyone nods. it's now.

quickly and quietly, everyone begins to leave the table. one by one. within seconds, you're rushing to get the door open and the bright lights of the city hurt. there is no time to stop as you run, as the crowd separates into the city making a dash for their vehicles.