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"You really wanna die for that fat bastard?"

". . ."

"Dont you wanna die for something worth dying for?"

"See You In The Other Side."

Silence... Dread, blood and flesh... All spilled in one single place, in a single night. The darkness; oppressive, sometimes even choking. He saw many come and go, hes still waiting for his turn. Loneliness, his new "friend". He sits there, theres no one here... He spoke nothing, the only thing to keep him entertained; his lighter. He flicked it on and off repetitively, almost boringly.

Theres nothing much to say, waiting is Longer Than You Think when it comes to respawning, why must he... No, why must we all be cursed with this? to be revived again and again and again and again and again to go through this hell?

How... How could he says this? Hell, think.. He cant speak as easily as he could anymore... Harsh.. Yes? Yes... Its harsh, how could all of this come to this...

He felt someone, a presence. Someone else, someone familiar... Hmm.. He looked up, the hollow eyes of his mask glaring up to see who came, having a feeling that he... Knew. The person or thing infront of him.