Ten Squares (The game starts, are you ready?)
God closed his eyes. At the end of the fourth era, the 'storm is coming' and everything is just the tears of the sad devil. The feast of death has begun. I invite you to sit on the skeleton train, pass through the Tomb of the Living Dead, pursue the monster, and reach the fried hell. Listen to the elves singing.
The Fourth Age ends, and everything comes to naught in the red tears of the devil. Ah! It's raining! The earth turned into a red river, the ocean became a bottomless pit, and there seemed to be a vague face in the sky. They were all laughing! Come, give me your hand and join in this feast of death! Are you sad? Not very gentle. Fantasy painters are attacked by *bloody and ruthless people; saving sentient beings is attacked by *sadness of the living dead; pride and indifference are attacked by *psychiatrists