ONE YEAR LATER...
Returned from the dead and turned to dark arts. 
THE EFFECTS OF WHICH ARE REVERSE DEADLY.
BEHOLD: THIS IS GOLDEN ENERGY
There was no unbeatable boss or fire breathing demon at the end of the third level, just a long bridge through infinity to a big black nothing that we called the vanishing point. It was there we waited through the infinite winter.
When they called upon us we were all but dust and dilated eyes. Out there we found nothing but a dark church made of blackened bones ruled by a priestess atop a blackened throne.
The plants won't grow here anymore.
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