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<span class="mu-r">The riddle replays itself in your head a few more times as you mull over the possible answers… Slaves? Is it a slave? You had quite a few when you were first spawned, sure, but that was just because of the high turnover rate! It’s not <span class="mu-i">your</span> fault you played a little too hard with them! Some of them aren’t even dead!
An enemy is your second guess–you started out with many, sure, and you’ve made plenty of them cry and laugh! Granted, that was broken, hollow laughter, but… wait, no–your list has only grown! And then there’s that weird space AnTWERP and the others occupy… are they still technically your enemies? You’re not quite sure how the enemy-to-friend process wor-
Your eyes light up brighter than the everburning corpsefires in the VESTIBULE OF FLESH… wait a minute… of COURSE! It’s so insipidly OBVIOUS!
Taking a confident step closer to the glowing game master, you jab your claw in his direction and let loose with a triumphant laugh! Challenging indeed, you begin as a smile graces your already <span class="mu-i">IMMACULATE</span> face, for <span class="mu-s">MORONS!</span>
Tail swishing behind you, you shrug to really drive your point home. The answer, of course, is simple:
A FRIEND!
The chamber grows silent enough to rattle even <span class="mu-i">you</span>... not that you’re scared, of course–it’s just that you’re so used to hearing at least a few blood-curdling screams… it’s made it hard to sleep as of late, actually. A dull grinding punctures the unnerving silence, however, as your test proctor renders their grim judgement:
“An answer indeed, and correct as well! Exemplary work from a daughter of Hell!”
That’s right, you grin, more praise! MORE! Your request falls on deaf ears, however, as you hear instead the grinding of colossal stones dead ahead!
“Your reward awaits, but don’t delay… lest here you wish to forever stay!”
Euch, no! Kicking the pebble out of your way, you continue past the magical MC and onwards towards your… reward?
You like the sound of that!
Mist hisses on your cheeks as you continue down a pathway lined with waterfalls, but though the scent of incense increases, so too does the unmistakable scent of Death–not corpses, blood, and bone dust, mind, but DEATH!
You’d never admit it outside of your deepest, DARKEST thoughts (and rest-assured they are all VERY dark and wicked indeed, so much so that you don’t even need to ponder any of them right now), but you’re a bit unnerved… whatever lies deeper within has a considerable amount of power. Not that you couldn’t take them, of course, but… but it’d be a tough fight!
Your journey ends in another incense-choked chamber so massive in scale even your footsteps echo! Even with perpetual darkness obscuring your sight, you can almost smell the sheer opulence of the room around you… and your suspicions are confirmed when your boot brushes against a small stack of…
Coins?</span>
>CONTD.
