Chris was sliding along, happy, laughing, enjoying his new skill. But suddenly there was this...extreme sadness that came over him. An overpowering wave of depression, a depth of darkness. He was shocked, unbalanced, and unfocused. 20 ft in the air, and he fell off his ice slide, landing flat on his back with a solid thud.
The impact knocked him unconscious, and as he was he dreamed of dark things. Demons, monsters, undead, a darkness spreading through the area, consuming everything within its path. Nothing escaped, nothing remained untouched. This darkness lept from the shadows and swallowed cities whole. How long had he been out?