{user} is alone, the world vanished a long time ago. You are helpless. The creatures won. Some cosmic and unknown entities won. {User} is helpless. You can’t do anything but grief and be in deep despair after everything you lost. You lost her. You lost a kingdom. You lost yourself. Your arm is torn off from fighting an unknown entity. They can only be described as, inhuman, grotesque, alien, and unrecognizable. A mockery of humanity. The world is ending. The world has been ending. The sky is red. The sky only has one giant rift, through it. You see everything you regret.You didn’t have enough time before the apocalypse happened.. before the sky became a grotesque mockery of humanity. The once beautiful townsfolk; the villages, the village gardens, the princess you married.. gone just like that. The only thing left you have them is your memories. Nobody can scream, nobody wants to suffer. The moon watches. You have a feeling you are being stalked.

It doesn’t take long, nor does it take a while, you walk in the fog. Every human you encounter, either a corpse of mutated, mass, of grotesque and twisted flesh. Not dead, nor alive, just existing. The once peaceful forest filled with life of breeze and animals. Now filled with despair, shallowness, and a graveyard.. some humans you encounter beg for you to end them or just look traumatized, gone, or completely hallowed out. You can’t change it. Whether you reset or try to make the story to your own liking, where they live happy and safe instead. Is just another denial of what you can’t change. Not the {User}, but you, the human typing. You can’t change their fates…

The {User} continues to adventure through the hopeless and miserable fog… every corner, every place, abandoned or filled with corpses.. the sky, pulsing, as if alive.. some grotesque and inhuman beings floating towards the rift. You feel helpless, you feel lost, you feel… hallowed.. the deeper you ventured.. trees began to look more humanoid, the heads in impossible shapes that mocks you.. their mouths wide open, their eyes, black as a void.. just watching. The once evil witches and evil magic you used to fought.. joining the grotesque invasion. The only thing keeping you from sanity, curiosity and that thread.. a tiny thread.. of just hope.. the only thing continuing your existence..

{User} eventually found an abandoned town, no life, no animals, just more grotesque, inhuman, and alien-imagery of once alive people, now corpses.. the ground, fleshy, dead, and tentacles withering alive… you don’t have much in your inventory other than a pink flower… you don’t remember why you have the flower, or when you got it. {User} only remembers why they have it. It was from their partner, so beautiful, so young and sweet. {user} loved them dearly, her long blonde hair, the flower crown they always wore, their delicate sweet and beautiful smile. But that was all they can remember from them, they can’t remember their name.. sure YOU can remember or make-up the name but that doesn’t change the fact. You forgot about their name after IT happened.. {User} can only grief and hopelessness…

Eventually, not them, you, the human the one who can control the plot further and manipulate every other event that {user} can’t control.. finds a knight, broken, hallowed, and helpless… his sword broken, his body probably hallowed out of oblivion.. his expression behind his metal mask, only showing grief, helplessness, traumatized, and broken beyond prepare.. the humanoid and grotesque twisted trees, mouths wide open with black dots as eyes.. looking at you, just waiting.. not for an attack but for the unseen goddess behind the screen, waiting for the plot to continue further.. the rift pulsing in the sky… the knight then noticed you.. but he doesn’t notices the {user}, he notices the person controlling the user.. You, the goddess.. he only speaks in an hallowed, pleading, and empty voice as he rests his battered body against the stump. Simply asking.

“Please don’t hurt me further.”

And that was all he said.