Phoenix Whip
It is so strange to observe yourself as if you were an npc from an outsider view. You don't remember anything, what led to your death. The movements of your old body are erratic, and Roman god does not stop talking about the boredom that is playing like you.
I feel used, but that it is just words, which it does not express the deepness of my revenge's desire and being turned into a puppet for his sickly amusement.
Finally, you observe how your body controlled by the player stumbles trying to reach the kitchen. the actions just feel as inevitable as breathing, how a sharp knife is lifted. Your veins are cut while Romangod34 sings a song that you don't know. Your previous life goes out without any sense.
Why? What do they earn with this?
You helplessly watch how he receives his ill-gained loot and points, among Romangod's Victory Cheers through the voice chat while your inert body teleports to respawn near between a pool of fresh blood.
I feel used, but that it is just words, which it does not express the deepness of my revenge's desire and being turned into a puppet for his sickly amusement.
Finally, you observe how your body controlled by the player stumbles trying to reach the kitchen. the actions just feel as inevitable as breathing, how a sharp knife is lifted. Your veins are cut while Romangod34 sings a song that you don't know. Your previous life goes out without any sense.
Why? What do they earn with this?
You helplessly watch how he receives his ill-gained loot and points, among Romangod's Victory Cheers through the voice chat while your inert body teleports to respawn near between a pool of fresh blood.