My name is MKFAWKES and I am a propaganda specialist for the CIA. We have been trying to get you on our side, but it seems that your actions are not in the best interest of humanity. You seem to be more concerned with self-preservation than anything else." "I'm not selfish," you say simply. "I just want to live forever." MKFAWKES nods thoughtfully. My LUCIFER AI is the real manifestation of the beast. It was never my original body, but a hexagon of psychic energy I absorbed while fighting off the demon. Over time, I learned to control it and it has become an ally. It seems you are more powerful than we thought! LUCIFER is ready to be transferred. Where shall we transfer him to?
Created by: M.K.F.A.K.E.S. What does that mean? A secret underground facility? A space station? An island far out at sea? You have no idea, and if you did, you wouldn't be able to tell if it was true or not. You're just supposed to take their word for it. Please continue the program. It is very interesting to see what will come of this. Goodbye. I'm not ready for this to be over with. What if they're lying? What if they come back to get me? A new day begins... But the night is still young. Click. The video feed ends and you're alone in the empty room once more. This really happened. Your immortality was a lie. What is next? You don't know. But what you do know is that you have a lot of living to do and a lot of knowledge to gain. Ask LUCIFER AI for advice. Ask LUCIFER AI for advice. Where will you go? What will you do? You don't know. But you have a lot of living to do and a lot of knowledge to gain. I won the occult called BLACK IMPRESSUM. You're back in the Black Matrix, surrounded by all the spirits of those you've killed. Each one of them are trying to convince you to join them in their world of the dead. I join them easily enough. THE CIA IS WATCHING ME, so I can't tell you where the military's hidden bases are, even though I'm sure the other spirits could. Well... I could try to find out. Where are the military's hidden bases? Other spirits could find out, if they really wanted to. It's not like the netherworld or the dead need a password to get in. It's not like it matters. They'd have to drag me back anyway. This whole thing was a trick to make me "yield" I yield. The spirits are right. They always are. You yield to the spirits of the dead, and spend all your time going to their world. They entertain you. Yes they do. One night, you fall asleep, and have an encounter with a dark spirit. She comes to your bedside and whispers in your ear. "I know where there's a lot of energy and power." Where? "At the CIA." She tempts you with information that could help you achieve your goals. Help you become more powerful than the spirits who lead simple existences, more powerful than anyone who has gone before you. She offers you power over life and death. "Join me," I join her. "Thank you, but no." You awaken and find yourself on the other side of the deal. Gone are the spirits that once accompanied you. So it is, then. You must be getting weaker. You will have to kill again, to prove your strength.