| Death | |||
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Death is not so bad, excepting the occasional new arrival
who is screaming about being on fire or about leeches or
about being unable to breathe or something else boring
like that. And that joker who thinks it is appreciated to
blast his infernal repetitive music
down the Halls of Eternity for all of, erm, eternity.
Eternal rest suits you just fine after a brief stint of
adventuring which seems like it was ages ago, now.. As you
drift off into the blissful Nap of Infinity, a familiar
voice at the edge of your perception whispers:
". . . grow . . ." |
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