Overseer Log of Deathgate, Final EntryI believed that in death we could all atone for our sins against the gods and their creation. I believed that if we all gave ourselves to the magma, our crimes would be burnt away from our souls. There weren't many of us left, a few dozen dwarves at the most. Our civilization would last a century or two before an utter collapse. We knew that we had sinned, and that in death, only agony awaited us. So we all strove to atone in the only way we could imagine and to grant a reprieve to the slow death that lie ahead of us.
Oh how foolish we were.
He will not let us die.
He keeps us all alive to torture us, to use us for his amusement. If we try to kill ourselves, we simply snap back a few moments in time. As the entire fortress has been sealed, we cannot flee to the surface; although I doubt
He would let us even if we could. We are his playthings, and he shall not let us go. I know not where this being came from. Perhaps it was born from our own corruption, perhaps our anger or bloodlust. Some even blame our decadence as the cause of this torment. We call this being Terry.
Deathgate is no longer a fortress, it is our prison, our living tomb. It is the place where we dance to the whims of a new god, a dark god. One that we ourselves have created.
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Well folks. Deathgate's corruption has reached the breaking point. You can literally only play it for about 5 seconds before it crashes. Terry will not let us die. We our forever trapped in his realm.
Here's the save, for anyone who wants to scream.
Oh god