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And there they go again.
The screams and wails of more lost souls, devoured by the hellish monsters that lurk in Brennenburg Castle. I shivered on my plinth, or as much as I could, me being a statue after all. God knows how long I have been stuck here in this prison, the cellar. Of all the Gamers I have heard playing the game above me, not one has come close to getting to the cellar. None of them come any closer than the last. All of them struck down by the beasts above me.
More screams pierce my golden ears; there goes the last one. The most recent Gamer to return to their world, having braved not even half of Brennenburg's horros that lay within it's stone walls. As the last of the screams die down into the night, I know I no longer have a chance of getting out of this hell-hole. There is a monster that sleeps down here with me, waiting. Waiting to live. Waiting to die. Waiting for a Gamer to stumble into the Unkn