As Marek milled around the familiar room, he noticed the small stash of items scattered among the bloodied corpses of poor Kristoff and Airlea. The other two would pay for their transgressions. Marek maneuvered around the corpses of his former companions and collected the three items. Moving to the side, Marek slipped his pack from his shoulder and as he went to fill his pack with his new found hoard the sound of a door opening caught his attention.

A wet thud was the next thing he heard and he suddenly found himself unable to turn to investigate the first noise. Marek raised a hand to gingerly rub at his neck which had suddenly started to burn. His eyes went wide as his fingers found the shaft of an arrow sprouting from his throat. He pulled his hand away and desperately wiped the leaking crimson onto his dirty clothes. It seemed this one had found lethal purchase.

Marek had spent enough time in the wilderness to know that a living thing does not have a good chance at a happy ending with an arrow threaded through their throat. But maybe, just maybe he could work it out and dress his wound. If the room would stop spinning. And the lights would stop dimming, that is.

"Fuck me."

Marek gurgled out, and it was followed by a sigh that sounded way too wet. The blood was flowing from his neck quite freely now, and the front of his torso was awash in his own life. Marek abruptly fell to his knees next to Airlea and Kristoff. He still clutched the walkie talkie defiantly in his hand. He wanted to try to turn it on, but his body wasn't cooperating with him.

Soon after he fell forward onto his face and the last thing he saw was the walkie talkie sliding away from him on the blood slick floor as he expired.




Marek awoke in darkness. He looked around but his dead friends were nowhere to be seen, he was no longer in the room. Had he somehow managed to get out of that place? He felt a sudden, heavy presence all around him, and a voice called out to him from somewhere unseen.

"I can undo all that has been done..."

If that was the truth, why wasn't he on his way to join up with his friends and topple the evil wizard? Somehow that all seemed like a lifetime ago. Marek found himself thinking of even older times; before his life in the woods. Back to when he was a carefree kid with a loving family. Existing in a pristine bubble. The safety and comfort of which Marek all but welcomed at this point.

Such a long and arduous road had brought him to this point. He couldn't help but feel disappointed that this was the way his journey was to end. So many lies... who would be the keeper of the truth in his absence? After the things he had seen inside the Labyrinth he knew that the only certainty was the uncertain. He would not give up hope of returning to the mortal coil, but in the meantime he set out to trudge across the voidscape he now resides in.

You have been killed. This is a sad event that no player wants, but it's part and parcel of the game. It may not be the end though as there are revives from death in this game.

Please ensure you still follow the game rules. You may post in your journal but do not attempt to contact any players outside of the game.