9-3
Dyso sat with his back against the slimy bark of the tree, and his legs stretched along one of it's branches. His cloak hung next to him, saturated in water and too heavy to wear. His face was cast down towards his crossed arms.
3-3
Suddenly his eyes opened as he heard the loud crack of a nearby tree giving way. He turned his head to watch it's shadowy form get carried away by the invisible current. Another one... how much longer will my tree last? He turned his head back to it's previous position and closed his eyes once more.
16-5
A bolt of lighting flashed from the cold grey clouds above, briefly illuminating the ghastly scene. Where there once was a forest, there was now a torrential river dotted with skeletal trees. The muddy brown water swirled and frothed around the exposed roots. Then the light faded and all there was was the chaotic symphony created by the wind howling, the rain splashing into the river and smacking against trees, and the roaring rush of the river.
16-3
The tree jolted as one of it's roots broke. Instantly, Dyso flung out his hand and planted a knife in the trunk. His boots scraped uselessly against the slick bark of the tree. His hand had been numbed by the wind, and he was losing his grip. His other hand flailed out into the darkness and crashed into a branch. He dug his nails into it and dragged himself up.
17-3
The wind bit fiercely into Dyso's face. The large raindrops battered him from above. How long have I been here now? Hours? Days? A week even? I've lost count of how many games I've played. It seems like it must be over fifty by now though. That's roughly one hundred hours. I haven't slept in one hundred hours...