Hell's Revenge 3D

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They said it did not exist How could it? A game of such unfathomable power, of such cold, implacable malignity that no human being could even begin to imagine its existence. The idea was laughable. It was so preposterous you simply couldn't take it seriously. But the truth was, they were wrong. Created in the darkest pits of hell, with the sole purpose of forcing anyone foolish enough to play it into a downward spiral of madness and despair. I... cant remember how I got here, or why. The dreams, or rather, the terrible nightmares that plagued my sleep must've been caused by this wretched game, even if by that time I was still blissfully unaware of its existence. I can still hear it. The music. The whispers. The void, beckoning me ever closer, demanding what remains of my wretched, tortured soul. The end, drawing nearer and nearer, now barely a heartbeat away. I don't fear death, never did. I fear what might be waiting for me on the other side. For what then? What if death is not ...