In a pitch-black environment, entirely lacking illumination, the echoes of something struggling in agony resonated throughout the space.
// Augh....! I-it... hurts.. //
[ If it hurts, then you most likely died after getting a rod in your ass (ﾉﾟ0ﾟ)ﾉ→ ]
Suddenly, within that dark space, a small window of orange hue appeared, materializing as a voice echoed through the place.
// Kugh.... y-you.... gay... //
[ But you are the one moaning here, old man. (￣ヘ￣;) ]
// Ahem... So, am I dead? //
[ Yes, and I am a god who can talk with the dead. (≧▽≦) ]
// You talk too much. //
[....]
// Khueckk...! S-stop!!!! I... am sorry—Augh!? //
Suddenly, the dark space transformed into solid black spears with sharp edges that instantly shot toward the source of the voice.
