There was a gurgling noise in the background as the group looked around. Taylor had been shaking uncontrollably for quite some time. Dern approached him cautiously and reached out a hand.

"Are you okay Taylor?" He queried. Taylor's eyes were bloodshot as he looked over.

At that moment he fell on the floor. There were gasps from the group as they watched him convulse. Blood poured out of his nose. He finally stopped shaking and lay on the floor, silent and still. Maria walked over and checked his pulse.

"He's dead" She confirmed to the group.

There was a moment of silence as the death hung over the room.




Was this to be the experience that finally brought back your imaginative spark? On the fringes of this dark void you found yourself floating in there were surely countless dragons for you to slay, maidens for you to save. You could be a kid again, your boundless imagination running wild. Not neutered by the doldrums of life. Something you hoped to rekindle as part of the Labyrinth strike team. But that... that hadn't gone so well. No matter, this was your chance. No more responsibility. No more mediocrity. No more shaking.

Taylor vs. the Darkness. It had a nice ring to it. Maybe you would be remembered as a hero by your comrades? There was nothing heroic about your passing but... maybe Hobert or someone would live on to remember your name among the fallen. Maybe they would even stretch the truth a little and say that your death had somehow saved their lives. You could hope... You could always hope. Brittany and her beautiful smile. Hobert and his Pokemon. Kristoff and his complex. They all had some defining quirk, something you longed for in life.

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

But there was nothing about your situation that could truly be undone. Though it was a slightly messy affair, you had no regrets with when and where you went. Better to topple over while resting among friends than to end a run in the jaws of a monstrous denizen of the Labyrinth. You were content with this sprawling...nothingness. You were sure there were still plenty of adventures to get into, if only you could find them.

You begin walking forward, leaving behind what once was the quiet, cripplingly timid shell called Taylor Johnson.

You have been Modkilled.

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