> You climb atop a pile of smoldering wreckage and gaze out across the city, soaking in all the fear and despair to serve as a dark nourishment for your fateful work. Gorged upon this feast of misery, you begin.
> The first few notes out of your mouth are hauntingly beautiful, seductive and ominous at once. As this ethereal melody drifts over the ruined city, all other sounds cease: in part due to a desire to better hear this enchanting song, in part due to a primal terror. Refugees wander out into the streets, looking around to see the source of the song, and they too are silenced by the unworldly sound. Men and beasts alike look upward in dumb fascination, to rabidly obsessed with the morbid desire to hear your song to even make a futile attempt to stop you.
> Your audience secured, your song truly begins.
> As the tempo accelerates and long-forgotten words drift purposefully across the skies, the skies darken as unnatural night descends upon the shattered city. The very earth trembles, as if it knows what is to come.
> A hole opens where the sun once was, back in a time that is now but a dim memory to the doomed world. With every fateful note this hole swells, until it is not a hole but a ghastly colossal maw that gasps and wails alongside you, singing a hellish duet.
> Buildings twist unnaturally as your song warps the very fabric of reality, stressing it to the breaking point and beyond.
> Finally, almost mercifully, the earth begins to crumble. Vast swaths of land the size of cities break off and are pulled into the stygian abyss, and everything that ever was simply ceases to be.
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> GAME OVER
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