I was surfing around today and happened across a story devoted to the game Planescape Torment. It was more like a retelling of the entire storyline of the game, but it was such a story-intensive game that the story worked well. Much better than the published novilization in any case. The point of this though, is that it listed several of the sensory stone experiences, which were awesome. So I thought I'd throw out one of my favorites (it may have been paraphrased; I seem to remember most of the text in the game was written in second person):
Bitter Loathing
Venomous tears of pain brimming in my narrow yellow eyes, I gathered the tattered remains of my small, scaled, red wings off the floor. I humbly backed out of Groba's study, gritting my needle-like teeth beneath sealed lips.
Sure, I was only a spinagon - least among devils - but that was no cause for a pit fiend to tear my wings off because he didn't like the message I had brought him! What would my gelugon master do, now? He certainly couldn't say anything to Groba, and what use was a spinagon without its wings? I would probably get cast into the Pit of Flame for 'incompetence!'
Vengeance out of the question, there was little to do but shake my clawed fist and hate, hate, *HATE* Groba with all the loathing my hard little black devil's heart could muster...
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