Fucking hell. This was all it was.

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A hell you can't escape. You watched all your comrades fall to the pirate-like monster, known as Gasharpoon.

Guest 1337, Chance, Noob, Elliot, Taph, Dusekkar.. Everyone, gone.

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The theme of the last man standing, known as Compass, began playing. He then started running over to you and standing right in front of you, before taunting you:

"Heheheh.. Can't you see?! They're all dead. And it's all YOUR fault! You could have saved them! And you did NOTHING." Gasharpoon then grabbed you with his large claws, his sharp metallic arm going backwards as if he was going to stab you brutally through the stomach like the others.

He laughed and then held you tighter by the neck, watching you squirm and struggle with a sadistic delight.

You were starting to feel dizzy as he put more pressure on your throat, closing off your oxygen.

"Any last words, fool?" Gasharpoon said as his eye narrowed and he smirked.