(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

half-crawling the last few paces towards the crystal.
I touched the shimmering surface, and a moment of dizziness overtook me.
Muscles that wanted to melt and drop my body to the ground suddenly
locked, freezing my hand to the glassy shards. There was a moment of
silence, then sharp pains splintered through my body like fractures.
Something was wrong- something was dreadfully...
Lances of agony cracked along my flesh, deep down into my bones. It felt as
if my very being had been turned to ice, and was shattering...
It was then that reality slipped away.
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"Oh Powers above! Lady's piking teats!" Morte wailed as he barreled down
the halls. The screams of the damned surrounded him. The only reason he
had a direction to choose from was due to the shadows skittering behind,
giving chase. There were so many more than when he'd last been here.
"Come back to us Morte..." one of the voices hissed, "We have such
wonderful pleasures for you, new ways of caressing you with pain..."
"I want to feel your eyes burst between my jaws!" howled another.
"I want his teeth..." the head of a hoary old man mewled, gnawing at
Morte's mind with tender gums, stinking with rot and yellowed with age.
All around him he could hear the slimy tongues lapping against his bones,
slavering and probing into now-moist crevices. They would pile on him, bury
him in that tower of skulls and fill his mouth with lies and diseased cysts,
choking off his screams for eternity.
"Cheeky lad..." another giggled madly, "Do you remember the games we
played, Morte? Do you remember how hard it was to taunt those around you
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