Invade!
Let the invasion begin!
You yell out to the guard "I am here to invade! Charge!!" Your sword seems to leap to your hand and your legions stream forth with you at the head. And then, you suddenly remember that you are alone, just as the guard's sword rips effortlessly through your skin into your heart with the sharpest pain that you have ever felt. Your lifeblood pours out onto the ground, as you clutch your chest in a futile attempt to stem the flow of blood. It is getting hard to breathe. As the world goes dark the guard says in a loud, confident voice: "Fool! No one messes with the Dark One and lives." Your last concious image looks like this:
You are dead! Oops. If you wish, you may reincarnate, and
try again. Better luck.
Thou mayest leave a message here which will get to the lord
of this realm, via
e-mail.
You get an odd thought as you stand here: "This is all somehow related
or provided by Geocities."