The oppressive weight of pressure hung in the air, a suffocating force that left Jack paralyzed. Every attempt to move proved futile, as if an invisible vice gripped him tightly. His sanity teetered on the edge, a meager 27%, rendering his skills useless. The energy bar of his mind, now depleting, left him unable to summon the abilities that might have saved him from his dire predicament.
[Sanity: 27%]
'Oh no, that's pretty low. I could feel the pain increasing as my sanity decreases.'
Jack's realization struck like a thunderclap: his sanity was akin to an energy bar in a game, a delicate gauge demanding sustenance to stave off the encroaching madness. It stood as his lifeline, the fragile barrier preventing him from transforming into a threat to those around him. While Jack identified as a Zombie, the mysteries of other undead races loomed in the shadows, an enigma waiting to unfold.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!