Time flows like a dark horde, consuming all in its path. Man lives life in the blink of an eye. just as day becomes night, all life fades into death. In death, each person will be judged for his deads performed while alive. There are the few who walk a life of person, and there are those who trod the path of greed. There souls are host to demons. Time slows near each persons end. Those who deeds were evil, grasp onto life as long as they can because though they dont know what awaits them in the afterlife. They feel for them. It is an honor beyond words. Time slops in this world. As the heart becomes still and soul leaves the body, in the afterlfie, time is eternal, and even in death it is but a new beginning. For you see, when you step into death your soul steps upon the floor of a dark chamber and you look to see it empty, except for a strange looking boy on an old wooden table. On the front of the boy, you will see a painted question mark faded with time and a twisted crank handle on its side. Turning the handle, a sharp larmonic tunewill fills the air. For evil ones this sound will be deafening noise reverbrating off the walls and building into a climatic terror, but the surprise is when the music slops as you keep slowly turning the handle... And the top of the box pops.

For a few, they will see a vision of God with a wash of golden light, warming their souls as they step foward into eternal peace. For most will see a fog seeping from the box, stripping their sanity, as they witness a magic from Hell, spawned and formed from there own evil: a hideous reflection of their demented souls. The floor of the room begins falling away as they plummet into a bottomless pit full of shadowy creatures, forever to be loast in a sinister void. What will be in store for you is a mystery, but if you take a look within yourself, you will find the answer, for you know. You still have time to change to outcome of.....

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