Cry
From Create Your Own Story
Supine on the filthy floor of the cell, you break into tears. Great effiminate sobs rack your body. Your helpless form quivers like tepid suet. Billy Joe Doc Bob takes pity on you for your weakness and crushes you like the worthless bug you are.
- You have died. Your score is 2 out of 600 giving you the rank of "Retarded Lout".
Status | ||
Health | 0 | You have:
No life |
MP | 0 | |
Level | 1 |