The character is on the run in this endless world. He approaches the laser beam, follows the cognitive map he built in his mind to conquer the universe. He jumps higher to avoid the beam, instinctively avoids the spikes above and continues his journey. He walks carefully stopping in between to check on possible dangers. There isn't any. However, the end is near. He couldn't have waited more for this moment. He runs, or maybe swifts away. His eyes are stuck to the pedestal, the Golden pedestal. This is where his hard work would come to fruition. This is where everything would suddenly change forever.
He ran and ran into the white space. There wasn't any blood or any obstacle. Nothing troublesome. Just pure white space. He sped like lightning now that the end was so tantalisingly close to him. It was as if that one dessert you wished you would eat someday suddenly sits in your mouth melting its way down your throat and making you want more of it. The only obstacle seemed the time and the few steps until the pedestal. The character ran gasping and sweating, but there was no way he could be stopped. His legs ceased to run unforgivably faster as he wanted them to. The air entailed a black smoke and it became harder to breathe.
The character, still running faintly although his legs gave up, felt a hand on his chest which reached upto his throat and blocked his breath. The grip over the throat was tightening with every unusually long second. The character died within 50 seconds.
His body was shoved into the corner. His eyes still stared at the Golden pedestal as his body was forgotten in the realm. The black smoke rose with utter greatness, ate up the air and the normality, and propelled forward.
I stepped on the pedestal inheriting the ultimate magic. I raised my hand high above in the seamless skies trapping the black smoke, injecting it into the clouds. And death rained upon the freaks in the realm.
How fascinating!
