Near the end of the Second World War, you and your patrol have become separated from your platoon in the woods near the German/French border. The only sign of civilization is a group of flickering lights in the distance, and the sound of a hunting horn echoing through the night. Diceless, numberless horror, bring your steady hand. Players must cooperate to sustain a horrific atmosphere.
The sleepover was to be the greatest moment of your childhood, until the whimpering woke you up. Is this even the right house? If you survive the terrors of childhood, will you ever be the same? Diceless, numberless horror. Bring your steady hand.