April 17, 2010
Welcome to Metus
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You better start running, find a place to hide, since things are different here. You can't fight back. You'll be lost, you'll be falling down, into infinite caverns. The air is polluted - almost impossible to breath. Men without faces will follow you, they'll get you - they'll eat your brains like zombies; women with hearts riped out - emptiness in their eyes - they'll try to get you, to get your heart. You better run. Your ancestries will follow you, whispering about the weaknesses, about diseases, about the death. And death - she'll follow you too, and she'll get you, and you'll suffer. The armies of other creatures, vampires and beasts will be crawling to you, will drink your blood and feast on your body, while you'll be tied up with chains. Dark water will swallow you, and you won't be able to swim, you'll be drowning, and downing will last forever. There's no fighting back.
