Swirling Vortex of Death

"Am I alive?" Fred wondered, touching himself, and found that his hands went right through him. Still, he felt oddly corporeal, like a blob of soul-energy still clinging to existence somehow.

With a start, Fred realized that dark shadowy figures were moving all around him. They were large, pulsing about slowly, and though Fred couldnt see them he knew they were there, blacker than shadow, somehow consuming all light that could possibly exist, even the very idea of light.

"We are lonely here," one of the shadows spoke into his mind.

"Join us here," cried another. "Lay down here among us!"

"Annngyaaaaa!!!" Fred shrieked, half-paralyzed with fear. By instinct his hand went for his sword, which was still there somehow. But somehow he was not surprised. His life on Earth had been confusing, chaotic and dangerous, and he had not expected afterlife to be any different.

"DIE!!" roared another of the shadows, tendrils of darkness whipping toward Fred...

1. Fred fights the malevolent supernatural darkness all around him.
2. Fred turns and runs like a prissy little girl.
3. Fred, overcome by madness, stabs himself with his own sword and starts screaming obscene oaths.

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