Samrux
Santa Claus
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They did not share my luck in more than a single way; they all lack basic reasoning, and possess no identity. They, still in the floors above me, are completely demented; damned by this place to become mindless beasts.
Whatever thing saved me from the same destiny, I am grateful for it. So, so grateful. But I still am here, a monster just like them, my intellect the only contrast to their hollow, corrupted essence. What stepped me aside from this fate might have been just a miracle.
Who knows who these people were. Their broken armors and ragged robes are beyond recognition. Maybe in life they had families, children. After realizing what I was witnessing before my eyes, overcoming my initial shock, I kneeled down crying at the sight of such atrocity, such crime against nature and mankind. They likely have been here for much longer than me. If I am not like them now, I might become some day, should I not escape. May my future not reside in the same dark pit. Their deformed faces... They showed horror, but also a spark of burning rage.
Reader: should you encounter the tragedy of being in these cursed corridors and tenebrous chambers, and of finding these papers; if you, unlike us, can freely enter and leave the barrier that prevents my exit, then please, in the name of love and hope, stop reading right now, for my story is less important than your own life.
Run. Get out of these dungeons, escape as fast as your gear allows you, seek to make no noise as you flee, and bring your weapons close at hand.
These monsters are armed. I dread what they might do to the living at surface. I dread what they might do to you, reader. One thing is clear: They recognize me as their own, that being further proof that inside them and I the same nature resides.
If you, reader, are now safe on the overworld, or God forbid that you were trapped, then we may proceed.
In my haste to describe my circumstances I have unfairly obscured you of the identity of my person. Right now I can remember my name, but with the situation at hand, I fear I may forget soon: The one writing is Sir Samrux, high member of the order of Paladins.
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