You took your last step. One swing was all it took.

A bold move in the dark. In the face of danger, you used flashlight as your best defense.

You’ve read every note, piecing together the fragments of the story.

You’ve read all the lore. Some stories are best left unread, but you chose otherwise.

A lesson in pain, delivered by iron jaws.

Start to finish, you showed resilience. Welcome to survival’s embrace.

The worm sends its compliments to the chef.

A perfect fit. For its face collection.

Next time, kill the light before it kills you.

Not all paths lead to safety. Some lead straight to dinner.

Three deaths later, and still no survivor’s instinct.

Ten deaths later, and you’re still not getting the hint.

That door was about as strong as your survival instincts.

Flawless. Not a single death. The darkness blinked first.

You just had to make some noise. Next time, try stealth instead of FM.

That SOS just became an RSVP.

Gravity: 1. You: 0.

You tuned in. Something tuned back. Only the dead have good reception here.