I woke up… nowhere. The whole world was black, with a strange panel in front of me.
[Class: Survivor]
[()Gamerule_Overwritten by admin: (c r e a t o r)]
[Class overwritten: Administrator]
[beginning test to determine entity: (authority_level)]
The screen displayed a strange assortment of symbols.
"Hello. [ADMIN]. I am F.A.D, Fully Automatic Diagnostic. I will be testing your skill, assigning your authority level from 1-5. Accept?" I knew of these legends, some of the most powerful people filled with potential, when they die, some see something like this… "...Do I get a second chance…?" I asked. "Your chance of reviving… 67/100."
I can't turn this down… If this is like some sort of game.. An Admin would be a demigod. The power, the extra life.
"I accept." Those two words echoed through the empty space. And the screen switched to a view of a barren wasteland of darkness, except for a lone figure sitting on a black throne, made with bones, stacked upwards into the unholy masterpiece.
"Cr3@+0r D1@6N05+1C B361N."
The garbled words appear throughout my vision, and an interface appears around my vision as the figure snaps their fingers.. "'Damned' status lifted by Admin 'Warden'. Beginning diagnostic Number 051. Start protocol 5."
The figure, who I am guessing is the "warden", stands before speaking in a strange language, which I somehow understand.
"Ah. You are here." Warden says, their body, which I now realize, was not concealed by shadow, but is shadow.
I try to speak, but my lips are held shut. "Ah, ah, ah! You have not passed the test yet. Who knows! Maybe after you won't even get to speak anyway! We just have to find out your rank, no?"
After that the figure snaps their fingers once again. "Ah… I ramble a bit!" Warden chuckles. "Enough. Let's begin." Suddenly, I am surrounded by light, as I feel a pain in my skull and the world goes black once again.