Mist World:
A small place at first glance, crowded with all sorts of old antiques--from old rocking chairs to a tall, dusty grandfather clock. There's a few tables and some furniture, all busted and warped--near the wall at the far end of the store there is a broken hole that seems to lead somwhere. If you go down there, after crawling for quite some time, you'll find a small room containing an alter of sorts, but nothing more.
Other Side:
The room looks darker, and it's now empty--the walls are rusted and a body now hangs from the wall near the door, charred and bloody, twitching just slightly but not seeming to be alive. The alter now is just a rusty cage, a flaming body contained within--on the wall just beside it, words written in blood read: god.
A small place at first glance, crowded with all sorts of old antiques--from old rocking chairs to a tall, dusty grandfather clock. There's a few tables and some furniture, all busted and warped--near the wall at the far end of the store there is a broken hole that seems to lead somwhere. If you go down there, after crawling for quite some time, you'll find a small room containing an alter of sorts, but nothing more.
Other Side:
The room looks darker, and it's now empty--the walls are rusted and a body now hangs from the wall near the door, charred and bloody, twitching just slightly but not seeming to be alive. The alter now is just a rusty cage, a flaming body contained within--on the wall just beside it, words written in blood read: god.
