{Narrator} "The path of fractured gems darken with every step, as if a reminder of the utter ruin left of a prideful golden monument. Something else lies in wait, a new sensation fills O.B. as he is reminded of the weight of the fractured memories he's collected-ted-ted-DEAD..." "DEAD!!!" {O.B.} As the landscape shifts... From chrome to living corruption... That where veined walls pulse... The dark blood, that feeds shadows lurking... But when I look, there's nothing there. {voices of unknown origin} "Help us... please... someone help us... WE'RE DYING!" {O.B.} I feel eyes, they stare and judge, But when I look, there's nothing there. For a moment I... pause, I stare at the void itself... Bio-mechanical, Nightmares made manifest by fear. The shadows wait, they lurk and stalk, when i face them, nothing, just stale air!!! {Fear} "Another lamb comes to the slaughter..." "HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!"
