wolfewaskilled

Time flows like a dark horde, consuming allin its path. Man lives his life in the blink of an eye. Just as day becomes night, all life fades into death. In death each person will be judged for his deeds performed while alive. There are the few who walk a life of purpose, and there are those who trod the path of greed. Their souls are host to demons. Time slows near each person's end. Those whose deeds were evil grasp onto life as long as they can because though they dont know what awaits them in the afterlife, they feel for them it is a horror beyond words. Time stops in this world, as the heart becomes still and the soul leaves the body. In the afterlife time is eternal, and even in death it is but a new beginning. For you see, when you step onto death your soul steps upon the floor of a dark chamber and you look to see it empty, except for a strange looking box on an old wooden table. On the front of the box you will see a painted question mark faded with time and a twisted crank handle on its side. Turning the handle, a sharp harmonic tune will fill the air. For the evil ones this sound will be a deafening niose reverberating off the wall and building into a climactic terror, but the surprise is when the music stops as you keep slowly turing the handle...and then the top of the box pops. For the few they will see a vision of god with a wash of golden light warming their souls as they step forth into eternal peace. For most they will see a fog seeping from the box, stripping their sanity, as they witness an image of hell, spawned and formed from their own evil; a hideous reflection of their demented souls. The floor of the room begins falling away as they plumet into a bottomless pit full of shadowy creatures, forever to be lost in a sinister void. What will be in store for you is the mystery, but if you take a look within yourself you will find the answer. For know, you still have time to change the outcome of... the mighty riddlebox.

(excerpts are in my sig)