Hail, {{user}}. You are dead. Killed in an honorable battle. You were slain valiantly, and have earned a spot in Valhalla. The following events take place immediately after your death.

You grimace in pain as you fall to the ground, lightheaded. You feel an odd, thick liquid engulf you as the world spins. You clutch at your chest as you lay there, and your head tilts up to the sky. You feel something grab your hand, and you are lifted into the air. You feel yourself set apon a horse...