Wendigo

All the villages of the snowy mountain have heard stories of the treacherous Wendigo.

The tales speak of a deep and dark cavern littered with a maze of passages and staircases, where many a brave adventurer has met the end of his life to a giant upright canabilistic hominid with antlers on his head!.. 'The Wendigo below the mountain'.

The cave system spans far and wide. Though the local villagers warn to steer clear of the great entrance far through the region of bare trunk pine, overlooked by the infamous crooked tree that forever bears no fruit despite plentiful life during the summer season that surrounds this distinctly spiked vine-like bark trunk of a thing.

It's highly likely many entrances exist. That one's become more of an urban legend styled tourist attraction for kids to visit. Strongest of the bunch proving his bravery by approaching or even entering the shadowy abyss while the weak throw stones from the tree line.

Few believe the Wendigo actually exists though every now and then a disappearance occurs and the frequent suggestion is that of delving too deep within the cave.

Just last week another entrance was found much closer to your village raising talk of panic and fear amongst the neighbors and local community. "Could the Wendigo be living so close to our village that the very bedsprings we sleep on be within earshot to this foul beast?"

As a precautionary step cellars are being reinforced all over the mountain to avoid cave ins. "We already have a problem with rats and mice sneaking in through cracks in the rock, the last thing we need in our basements is a bloody Wendigo!"

During a routine maintenance check of your cellar the floor suddenly caves in and you find yourself, you guessed it... down below, forced to venture forth and find an exit. Are the stories of the Wendigo true you wonder as you wander.

Zigzagging up and down, in and around, over and under the various caverns and passages of the snowy mountain maze network, you find yourself completely lost with fork pronged intersections at every turn. You're sure you've been going around in circles for atleast an hour.

Cautiously avoiding even a whisper, the fear of even a mouse-like squeak or cough could echo and ripple down the spiraling passages for miles! In fact, there's a good chance the Wendigo already knows you're in here...

Be prepared to run, zigzag side to side and avoid obstacles should you see the legendary Wendigo. It just might cook you to a crisp before he proceeds to add salt, that is unless he eats you raw.

Cash hack the world.