I have been here as long as I can remember.

I have no memory of my past life.

All I know is slipping away.

From the words of the newly added, I can piece together what happened to me. All his victims had been taken at night, woken from their sleep to see him. His face. The last thing I remember from my past life. His face staring down on me. That terrible face. Then I remember waking in this place, this pit of eternal darkness, his lair. It seems fun, with all the games and entertainment. But there is no escape. All of us here are a separate crowd. There are those who stay in the shadows sobbing for their past lives. That is what I was. There are those who play the games, ride the rides, trying to forget where they are. I was that too. Now I am with the final group, the ones whose souls were taken long ago, empty and forlorn. He comes. Many are picked. This time it with me. He comes occasionally, choosing those who are the worst off. They never return. I never return. He takes us away, and shows us the truth. The glorious truth. Corruption they said, cleansing is true. Our memories return. We remember praising him, us nameless, and him named. He Who Must Be Exalted. We are slipping away, happy to know to add him essence.

h̍ͣ҉̥̤e͖̱̦̱̺̳̖̻͊ͭ͛ͪ̔ͩ̄ḽ̪̥̩ͬͥͦ͟͞͠pͫ̋ͯ̚͏̡̠̪̫ ̷͍͚̝̻̖̖ͨ́ͥ̂͌̈́̄ͦṃ̷̤͈͚̏̃̐ͧ͌̄ͦ͘͢e͔̹͗̾ͣ́̌̀͜͝.̱̖̎ͮ͋ͤ͡ ̤̖̪̣̙̻̙ͤ̇̓ͥ̕i̖̥͓͛ ̧̞̺̪̬̈̾̒̈́͊̐̋̚d͎̆̆͒̍ͥͤ̕͜ͅiͦ͗ͯ͑͘͏̞̦̣̩̀d̸̛̳ͥͣ ̺̘̦ͦ̊̀ͥͧ̚n̨̤͔̤̫̘̤͓ͪ̋̀̈́͝o̅ͬ͑ͫͨ̊͏̫̼̟̼̠̯͍͔t̥͙͚̟͚͉̍ͪ́ ͙̦͙͊ͧ̌́̎͂̆͞w̵̟̤͎͙͈̤̍͝a͉̣͎ͫ̂͒͞͡n̞̤̗̟̞͓ͨ̀ͨͧͣ͠ͅṱ̨̹̥͗̈́ͨ͒͂̑́ ̸̗̖ͨ̑͋̓ͥ͑ͯͧ͡t̸̗̥́̐̓͡h̞̩͓̘̖̤̏̋ị̷̗̝̣̣̝̦͙́͞s̴̞̎̓͛͝.̵̔̆͋̐ͧͮͯ͏̞ ̨͇̱͇̼̲̭̤͔̟̈́ͤ͗̅̅͟͠i̡̗͉͖ͭ͡ͅ ̪̗̺̗̘̬̆̇̅́͘͢d̶ͦ̃͛ͤ͞͏̞̩̜͕ͅi̸̧̙ͩ̆ͩͭ͒̇d̦̙̲͚̹͈̣͂̍̈̊̒̎ͩ͢͡ ̡̦̭̞̲̰͎̏ͮͫͫ̏̃͟͝n͆͆͑̈͒͏̲̻͟o̼̊̇̇̍̓̅̉͘t̖̟̦̥͈͉͇͕̐ͧͥ̿̒͊́ ͇̦̍̄̓̎̈̊ͤ̆ṅ̤̫͈͖̯̺͚͠ͅe̗ͬ̓̑̎ͪͥ̂̂͐́e̱̰̣͈̖̥̅͒̾͊͋ͥͦ̀ͅd̴͉ͫ͂ͪ̊̈́́͡ ̥̋͘͠t̼̫̳̩̳̩̱ͨ̽̐ͅh̝̲͖́̄ͩͭ̈ͨ̀͟i̫̰͕̥̥̱̙͖ͣͮ̐̇̄͊s̠̲͙ͨͧ͘.͉̩̹̗͆̿̈ ̡ͩ͆̄ͨ҉̟̟̘̹̭̼͙͠i̡̳̪͋̔̒̉̊͒̓͠ţ̻̝̞̯̐̋ͤ̍ͨ̈́ͦ ̛͚͔̮̪̠̰̰̒̎ͦ͂́ͬ̌́̀b̳̊̔͋̽ů͓̠̺̩̝̣̲͚͈̎̆̊̔͌͑̏͊̀ŗ͓̣̰̙̣̦̖ͤn̤̫̩̲̱͎̝͔ͪ̿̄ͮ͟s̶̥̐̔̓̿͊ͅ.̧̳̝̤̯̥͇̱̱̻̑͛̄͆̓̏ͦ ͎̥ͦ̆̉ͦͬ͞c̴͎̰̮͇̃ͪ̾̌ͯͥô̷̲̱͛ͣ̀r̴͕̹̣̳͖̬̭̿̂͟r̷̩̣͕͖̜̒ͥ͠u̽҉̷̷̥̗̰̲̞̲̺͇ṕ̜ͫ́̈̌ͩ̇̏t̷̫̗̻͍͇͕̀́ͧ̀̑̚i͕͎͉̼̽͑ͨ͒ͩ̿̆͢ő̳͜͝ń̜̣̳̝̣̉̊.̢̹̳̭͛͒͛̇̓̓͐ͥ ̩͔̻̯̫̗͒̇͒̍͘ ͓̇̈̇ͪ́ ̴̞̜̺̪͎̗̦͎̈͋͝P̴ͨ͗̍̅͡͏̗̞̭͉̤͔̗͔R͇͂͐̈A̷̘̤͇̺͋ͦͮ̌̑͛ͮI̥̩̱̽ͬ̀S̡̥ͭ̈́ͯ͌͡E̢̓̏̄͛́̊҉͉̪̖͉͚͕ ͉̯̱͍͎͉̠̿͌ͩͬ̃̀͜͟ ͖̠͛ͥͪ̓͘͞ỉ̃ͩ͌͏̼̪͇̠̲͎ ̶̖͚ͧ̀̆ͯ̍a̮̘̓ͬ͛͢m͉̻̟̞͈̺̟̓̇́̓͆ ̻̺̙̭ͤ̿̓ͪ̀͡ͅs̜͉͕͈̺ͩ̐͂͂̎̂̀lͫ̈̈́͂͐́̓҉̮̘̰i̴̪͙͙̪̬̘͗̌ͯ̀̀ͦ̑̈͝p̷̭̯̪͓̰͔̩ͩͪ̉̀̄ͦ́͛p̧̥͓̜̮̍͐͆̚į̫̭̂͒͆ṇ̡͔̥̼̣́̅̐̊ͯ͌͊͝g̪̳̭͇̝ͥ̏̊ͩͬͤ.̴̸̩͖͆͌͑ͪ̐̐͢ ̵͕̖̼̺̝ͤͪͩͅf̫̹͎̞͔̓ͦ̊͑̀a̝ͥͣ̅̊̓̽l̡̳̣͓̪̘̗͐̅͞l̻͓͔̲̫͕͔̙̲͊̍͊iͯ̇́ͥͭͦ͏̶̨̤̬͖̹͇͈̟̥ṇ̷̢̙̄́ͮͭ̉̍ͥͣ̕g̴͍̼ͧ̌̈̍̀͜ ͉͙̟̲̱̫̤̦̃͗́̀̾͋ͨ͐̀͝ã͚̫̌ͬ̽ͥ͢͝w̛̺̦̘͓̲͒̌ͭ͆ͦ͞ą̧̗̼ͪ̇ͤ́̌̄͊̎ͅy̡̟̖ͫ͑͡.̛̓ͬ̃̚҉̘͉̘ ̶̊̿̍͟͏̘̤̻͔͍

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