Serpentine Squiggles

Everyone wants to peel off their skin and scream into the night. You’re just supposed to keep a handle on that.

Beca’s trying. On the run, she’ll get it right in a new town. She’s got nothing to her name save a pet raven, but a little pickpocketing will change that. Maybe a buglary or two. As long as she doesn’t tear someone apart in broad daylight, she could keep everything under control.

It’s a lonely life, but friendship is only temptation. She should just keep to herself. So why does she listen when the woman from the shadows talks? It’s an offer that could lift her off the streets for good.

The catch? She has to kill someone. Again. That’s definitely too much temptation.


Created during a period of writer’s block, Thy Wretched Mask started off a writing exercise using the solo RPG mechanics of Ironsworn to have fun. It wasn’t intended to be a serious story, and still isn’t‍ ‍—‍ the stats and rolls have been stripped from the text, but the pacing and narrative resolution is not up to my highest standards.

In short, treat this as a rough draft.

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