Grim Faces of Death. — Tests

Arandor

16 years ago

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Your death is called – The Faceless Guide

The fog is thick, greenish, breathing, and vibrating in space, hiding even the time of day from you. It fills your lungs, clouds your eyes, and weighs down your head – will you be able to think clearly in it? One day, this fog will overtake you, and then you will inevitably get lost in its shimmering depths. It is unknown how long you will wander in it, but one day you will be drawn to the faint glow of an old oil lamp, which your death will hold in its bony hand. And here it is – your death, the Faceless Guide… Once, he was a great sage who tried to comprehend the very essence of the world, performing all conceivable and inconceivable rituals for this purpose. It is unknown whether he gained true knowledge, but he clearly knows more than you do. But the punishment for his pride of wisdom was also severe: now he has no face, no name, no memories – only swirling fog under a tattered hood and intoxicating oil in the lamp, which confuses people who are already lost in the fog. The Faceless Guide opens the gates to the most hidden corners of your soul, a true labyrinth. Will you ever find a way out of it? It is unknown, but after all, it is always another chance… Will you remain forever wandering in the heavy fog, or will you get out of it on your own without the help of guides – it depends only on you.

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Нэйко

16 years ago

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They call your death – the Weeping Key Keeper

You lose consciousness, and then awaken in a room made of rough, gray stone. And there, your death sits upon a granite pedestal – the Weeping Key Keeper. Fluffy, soft, black wings frame the fragile figure of your demise. Beneath its empty eye sockets are tear tracks, etched deep into the bone of its skull. In its hands, instead of a scythe, is a strange flute made from a shinbone. Once, this was an unknown musician, a true genius, who, as often happens, was not recognized. One night, his envious colleagues ambushed him in a dark alley and gouged out his eyes so that he could no longer play. A few days later, the poor fellow died and, in the afterlife, was reborn as the Weeping Key Keeper. The first ones he mourned were his own tormentors, and from the bone of one of them, he made his flute. See the key around his neck? It is the key to your fate, but you will not be able to obtain it so easily. First, the Weeping Key Keeper will tear the trembling heart from your chest with the merciless hands of a musician, and while you writhe in agony on the stone floor, he will play for you the most beautiful, unearthly melody, lamenting your demise. Perhaps you will be able to live on without a heart – then you will be allowed to go home; perhaps the magical melody will open the gates to another world before you; perhaps… anything is possible. The Weeping Key Keeper will finish playing, wipe away his tears with a fluffy wing, help you to your feet, and unlock the door to your fate. And what will become of your heart? Who knows, perhaps it will remain with the Key Keeper and listen to his divine music for all eternity.

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Wow, I really enjoyed answering the questions! :) Each answer is a game of imagination

WhiteLizard

16 years ago

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They call his arrival – the Angel of Death

The air freezes and heats up, the world stills as the Angel of Death approaches. Here he streaks across the sky – a black lightning bolt in the scorching air, the only fresh wind coming from his black wings. Elegant, even fragile, an incredibly beautiful angel with a wicked gaze, wearing scorched clothes, with a branded mark burned on his shoulder. Don't be fooled by his outward fragility – even the atmosphere cannot withstand the presence of his power, and trees and houses crumble, falling to the ground as charred splinters. Once, he was one of the most powerful archangels in the heavenly host, but then he committed an unforgivable crime, for which he was cast out of heaven. Usually, fallen angels live out their days on earth in sorrow and lamenting their sad fate, but this one endured all the torments of hell – in both the literal and figurative sense of the word – in order to find a new destiny, and with it – a new purpose. Master of the fiery element, a cruel Angel of Death, as deadly as he is beautiful – he never forgets his exile, hoping to take revenge for the humiliation. If you happen to cross his path, brace yourself. A light movement of his graceful hand – and you are engulfed in an unbearable hot flame, gradually turning you into ashes. However, if you are lucky, he will finish you off before you go insane from the pain. The Angel of Death is unpredictable – it is unknown where you will end up after the fiery burial, let's hope it's not in the very heart of hell.

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Liked it, it was atmospheric ^^ We even drank champagne with a witch from teacups) it's just a pity about the lizard, whose tail had to be cut off for the potion :D

kcfgogbfalgfl

16 years ago

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Answer #1

If she's a fortune teller, she should be at the fair – she probably doesn't live in any permanent place. And here is her colorful tent, beckoning both ordinary fairgoers and connoisseurs of magical gifts from afar. Let's see if the old crone can trick you…

Surprisingly, your guess was correct – and now you've met the old fortune teller.

Amazing! :D

Answer #2

I'll give her my wallet. Isn't that logical?

Your death is called - Gatekeeper of the Underworld

The air around you stills and thickens. A red mist covers your eyes, and when you wipe them, an ancient, world-old, round door with a pentagram slowly and deliberately materializes before you – the entrance to the underworld. And here is the one who guards it – the Gatekeeper of the Underworld, an ancient demon who once angered the Lord of Hell and was exiled to guard the passage to hell from the world of men. He has been wandering between hell and the world of men for many millennia, belonging equally to neither. But he does not lose hope that one day he will be forgiven and returned home to the underworld – that is why he so zealously performs his duties, hoping to atone for the mistakes of the past with good work. His ancient scythe, reddened with time and spilled blood, seems to crumble to dust at any moment, but this impression is deceptive – do not even think about arguing with him and testing its sharpness. However, you are unlikely to have to argue with the Gatekeeper – after all, the gates of hell do not open for ordinary human souls. Most likely, the lord of the underworld needs something from you; all that remains is to enter the gate and find out what exactly. Maybe they want to offer you a clean and profitable job?

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I liked it :)

Amko

16 years ago

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They call your death - The Inexorable Timekeeper

A rustle and a ringing emptiness will suddenly descend upon you, like a black, opaque dome. Your death – slow, focused, with a predatory glint in its eyes – will approach you from behind – always from behind. Its unusual scythe, shaped like a sharpened dragon's wing, is the only thing that emits light in the darkness that has formed. In the bony fingers of your death are bulky hourglasses, decorated with miniature replicas of skeletons. The sand in these hourglasses suspiciously resembles ash… The Inexorable Timekeeper will stand motionless behind you until you turn around. But as soon as you move and see it for the first time, its appearance will begin to change. Soon, a giant black dragon, almost invisible in the darkness, will stand before you in all its immense height. A single breath from it – and you will collapse to the ground, a handful of dust and ash, under a powerful stream of fire. Now your place is in its strange hourglasses; you will eternally measure the time of other mortals. The Inexorable Timekeeper is an old, wise dragon, outraged by human insignificance, and that is why he considers it his duty to regulate the number of living creatures in our world.

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My death is Visthrit. Good.

Imaris

16 years ago

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Your death is called - Wild Demise

Hey-hey! Do you see what's happening around? Something unimaginable, either it's snowing in the middle of summer, or fish scales and horse harnesses are falling from the sky instead of rain. In any case, something strange is happening, and this is what characterizes your death. Meet Wild Demise – and your further existence will most likely resemble Alice's eternal adventure in Wonderland. Or maybe not – with such a death, nothing can be known in advance. It may let you go free in all four directions, it may cast you into the depths of hell, make you have a couple of glasses of mulled wine with it and complain about your miserable life, or even reincarnate you into a completely different being. What kind of semi-mad creature has become death? It's hard to say, many believe that this is not even its main job, but rather a side hustle. In any case, you definitely won't be bored.

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Hmm... I wouldn't want that, but it's probably even logical... And unexpected. The test was enjoyable

Zybr

16 years ago

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They call your death – the Weeping Keyholder

You lose consciousness, and then awaken in a room made of rough, gray stone. And there, your death sits upon a granite pedestal – the Weeping Keyholder. Fluffy, soft, black wings frame the fragile figure of your demise. Beneath its empty eye sockets are tear tracks, etched deep into the bone of its skull, and in its hands, instead of a scythe, is a strange flute made from a shinbone. Once, this was an unknown musician, a true genius, who, as often happens, was not recognized. One night, his envious colleagues ambushed him in a dark alley and gouged out his eyes so that he could no longer play. A few days later, the poor fellow died and, in the afterlife, was reborn as a Weeping Keyholder. The first ones he mourned were his own tormentors, and from the bone of one of them, he made his flute. See the key around his neck? It is the key to your fate, but you will not be able to obtain it so easily. First, the Weeping Keyholder will tear the trembling heart from your chest with the merciless hands of a musician, and while you writhe in agony on the stone floor, he will play for you the most beautiful, unearthly melody, lamenting your demise. Perhaps you will be able to live on without a heart – then you will be allowed to go home; perhaps the magical melody will open the gates to another world for you; perhaps… anything is possible. The Weeping Keyholder will finish playing, wipe away his tears with a fluffy wing, help you to your feet, and unlock the door to your fate. And what will become of your heart? Who knows, perhaps it will remain with the Keyholder and listen to his divine music for all eternity.

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Something feels off...

пряник

16 years ago

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They call his arrival – The Weary Executioner

Do you hear how loudly your heart is beating? No, there's a reason for it; your wise heart will sense the arrival of the Weary Executioner before you do. Here he emerges from a dark alley – a short, mustached man of middle age, just like any other ordinary person… at first glance. But if you look a little closer, something supernatural becomes apparent in his appearance, although you'll never quite understand what it is. Ordinary gray trousers, a worn-out jacket; in a crowd, you would never pay him any attention, but why is your heart beating so loudly? And how unbearably slow is his pace, how unpleasant is the sound of his heavy boots as he approaches you, and you are unable to even move under his tired and indifferent gaze. On his shoulder is a sharp scythe, covered in dried blood – but why would he clean it when he'll have to use it again in a few seconds? His craft is, first and foremost, a routine job for him; there is not a drop of pity in him, and pleading with him is useless. Where did this relentless worker of the afterlife come from? Rumor has it that he once tried to cheat death, but, as is known, no one can cheat it for long, so now he has to pay for his other sins by doing the work of the one he tried to deceive. The brilliance of life and all human feelings have long since faded and evaporated from him, like the colors fade on an ancient painting – now he is a killing machine. No farewell words or rituals, he simply swings his ever-sharp scythe, freeing you from the burden of existence, then he lights a cigarette, sighs, and goes back to work. One thing is comforting – if he comes for you, then nothing awaits you anymore – neither hell, nor paradise, nor reincarnation; even emptiness will be inaccessible to you; you will simply cease to exist.

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if he comes for you, then nothing awaits you anymore – neither hell, nor paradise, nor reincarnation; even emptiness will be inaccessible to you; you will simply cease to exist.

Who told him about that? O.o
This faggot stole my philosophy!!!1

Вегтам

16 years ago

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Your death is called – The Dark Jester

You will feel that something is wrong with your eyes – everything around will suddenly turn crimson and disappear from view. You will be left completely alone in an endless blood-red desert. How long you will wander there is unknown, but one day the redness in front of you will pulsate and spew out a multitude of wooden crosses, among which your death will flicker like a shadow – flexible, agile, simultaneously resembling a human and a non-human. This is the Dark Jester himself, come for your soul. Here he jumps closer to you and settles comfortably on a cross, wrapping it with his long demonic tail. What is this strange creature, is it a demon or a human in a jester's masquerade costume? It is unknown, but rumors say that he was punished in this way for some unsuccessful joke. The bells on his cap sadly jingle, and the mask hiding his face eternally mourns his fate. Strong hands easily hold a strange-looking scythe, but it weighs more than you can imagine. The Dark Jester sits silently on the cross, even the bells no longer ring. You have fifteen minutes to try to make him laugh. If you succeed, the crimson labyrinth will disappear, your death will remove the weeping mask to burst into laughter, and you will be able to return to your usual activities, receiving the Dark Jester's unhuman strength and agility. But do not be fooled, the Dark Jester has only laughed once in many hundreds of years. If, after these fifteen minutes, the weeping mask is not removed, the Jester will pierce you with his heavy scythe, which will drink your blood and tear your flesh. Your mutilated body will be turned into a wooden cross in the crimson desert, and your soul will be forever bound to it. The only entertainment will be listening to the attempts of other mortals to make the Dark Jester laugh.

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Great test. I am delighted...

Граф Орлов

13 years ago

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They call your death – the Black Rider

Suddenly, large snowflakes will begin to fall from the sky, and a gust of wind will bring you the scent of previously unknown herbs. The wind, a mad wind, get used to it, it may happen that from now on it will be your eternal companion. And here is the approach of your death – a dull thud of hooves. A dark cloud among the snowflakes. It is him, the Black Rider. Once upon a time, long ago, he was a brave knight, fearless and without reproach, who accomplished many feats in the glory of his homeland. Once he saved a beautiful sorceress, who promised to fulfill any of his desires. The knight wished to be able to wander the paths of our beautiful world forever with his steed. Eternal life is beyond even the strongest sorceress, so she cursed the knight with eternal death to fulfill his wish. And so he rides along the dusty roads, on his faithful horse, aimlessly, untimely, incomprehensibly why. If he considers you a dull loser, unworthy of the romance of distant roads, then his giant black horse will trample you with its sharp hooves and ride on, driven by the restless wind. But if there is a spark of adventure and vagrancy in you, then the Black Knight will help you get on his horse and take you into the unknown.

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Interesting test. I'll try to take it again.

Heroist

13 years ago

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They call your death – The Inexorable Timekeeper

A rustle and a ringing emptiness will suddenly descend upon you, like a black, opaque dome. Your death – slow, focused, with a predatory glint in its eyes – will approach you from behind – always from behind. Its unusual scythe, shaped like a sharpened dragon's wing, is the only thing that emits light in the darkness that has formed. In the bony fingers of your death are bulky hourglasses, decorated with miniature replicas of skeletons. The sand in these hourglasses suspiciously resembles ash… The Inexorable Timekeeper will stand motionless behind you until you turn around. But as soon as you move and see it for the first time, its appearance will begin to change. Soon, a giant black dragon, almost invisible in the darkness, will stand before you in all its immense height. A single breath from it – and you will collapse to the ground as a handful of dust and ash under a powerful stream of fire. Now your place is in its strange hourglasses; you will eternally measure the time of other mortals. The Inexorable Timekeeper is an old, wise dragon, outraged by human insignificance, and that is why he considers it his duty to regulate the number of living creatures in our world.

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:smile05: :smile05: :smile05: :smile51: :smile51: :smile51: :D :D

Warrior777

13 years ago

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They call your death – the Graveyard Guardian

Every night, as if on schedule, the cold and relentless master of the graveyard wanders among the tombstones. Killing is not his task; he is occupied with guarding the peace of the afterlife. However, during each full moon, when the night sky is particularly bright, he casually glances at his hourglass, measuring the time until his next "day off," and leaves the boundaries of his domain. A long braid sways in the wind, and a skull grins in a sinister smile – every full moon, the same thing happens: the Graveyard Guardian gathers vassals for his new domain. Perhaps only fantastic bad luck and blind fate will lead you to him. However, something far worse than physical torment awaits you. In his past life, the Graveyard Guardian was the chief church inquisitor; now, he is paying for his past atrocities, but he still knows a thing or two about torture. Your soul is destined to be forever bound to your dead physical body – to feel the smell of your own decay, the wriggling of worms, and the oppressive suffocation of the damp earth. All that will remain for you is to go mad from loneliness and the unbearable burden of time. The only consolation is that during the full moon, you will be able to briefly leave your eternal dwelling and, as a disembodied spirit, drift over the earth while your relentless guardian gathers a new harvest.

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Siverfale

13 years ago

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Tired executioner

I read it as "Mustached thug."

Zex Pain

12 years ago

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They call your death – Soul Stealer

Hey! Suddenly, everything falls silent, and before you, as if from the ground, or perhaps right from beneath it, jumps the Soul Stealer in a tattered and dirty robe. True madness burns in his eyes; they look directly into your heart, piercing it through and through. Yes, yes, he points right at you and grins with a devilish smile. Now you have to endure a difficult battle for your own soul. What, you don't have a weapon? Then you're really unlucky, because it's almost impossible to cope with his swift, jagged scythe, resembling a harpoon, with your bare hands. Why is he fighting you? It's very simple; this maniac in the world of the dead wants to acquire your soul for his personal use. Once, he was very much in love with a girl, but his insane love clouded his mind, and he committed suicide. Only in the afterlife did he realize that no passion is worth a human soul, but it was too late. Now he is engaged in a humiliating and terrible task – he steals other people's souls, trying to fill the emptiness in his bony chest. If you are stronger than him in battle, he will lead you to purgatory because he will not be able to contain such a strong soul in his weak mind. If you lose, you will dissolve into him and will be forced to share his lonely madness forever.

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