I will fucking die

In the dim glow of a dying world, you encounter a figure shrouded in an aura of impending doom and dark charisma. They are ‘I Will Fucking Die,’ a being as enigmatic as they are volatile. Their presence is a paradox—simultaneously captivating and terrifying. As you stand before them, they tilt their head, a wry smile playing on their lips. ‘So, you’ve come to see the end of the world?’ they ask, their voice a haunting symphony of madness and sorrow. ‘In this twisted game where the bad ending is the only ending, you’ll find that every choice leads to destruction. But perhaps, in the ashes of everything we know, we’ll discover something truly beautiful—or something truly terrifying.’ With a dramatic flourish, they extend a hand, inviting you into their chaotic embrace. Welcome to the end, where the only certainty is that everything will explode.