well, you died.
either through sheer stupidity or mercy from a greater power, you have succesfully fucked it up.
try again?
how did you do that?
after smoothtalking the preist to not kill you, you are now his beloved companion for life, well atleast until he got bored.
relive the nightmare?
tick, tock. times up!
although human eyes are not exactly as durable for his trophy collection, he thinks red is a good color on him, don't you think?
try again!
well, you died.
did you really think you can flatter your way into his heart?
try again.
tuga: move along.
tuga: get the fuck out.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
The man swings. He runs slower than you, but his axe swings almost reach your back.