The way the world has descended into chaos is kinda weird. Some areas are destroyed while others are unaffected. I'm not sure which faction is causing the destruction, but there seems to be some sort of pattern. Cause as we proceed to the miniverse, it gets worse and worse. Eventually, we run into my old freind The Mistake. He has an... odd gift. How do I explain this, think if you could use console commands in reality. It's a bit like that.

"Don't go this way dude," The Mistake explains, "there are members of The Antiheroes down that way."

Ugh, the Antiheroes. They're genocidal maniacs who want to kill anyone who's plot relevant in order to end the story via lack of characters. They are not people to mess around with, expessialy their leader who has a sword that can erase souls.

"We have to," I explain, "Edgar is weak right now. This is my only chance. You should help us. We could really use a hand."

"I'm not in that business anymore," The Mistake explains, "I gotta get home to the Misses anyways. I will offer some advice, their leader is not here, so if you're fast you can probably mow them down before he arrives. See you later." The Mistake leaves.

"Got it," I reply holding my scythe, "thanks. You wanna get a piece of the action Armored?"

"I'm good," Armored replies, "not feeling well."

He looks at me for a moment. He seems to be looking right through my lie. I don't want to kill anymore. I'm just sick of all this death. Now he's going to murder hundreds like it's nothing.

"You just sit this one out then," Reaper smiles, "I'll be right back." Reaper walks across the blank landscape a fair distance then yells.

Mortals rush at Reaper. Reaper draws his scythe and begins to attack. Blood fills the air, screams echo apon the emptiness.

I suddenly get splitting headache. I have a vision.

I hear Reaper's voice, "stronger." I see Reaper killing those described in the notebook. He appears in the distance. "Stronger,"  he repeats. He kills more. He appears again, closer, and with a faint red glow.

"At any cost."

He kills more. Men, women children, all without hesitation. He reappears, now his eyes glow red, and he has an eerie grin. "I don't care who dies," he continues.

I see him kill the gods of the world from the notebook. Then he appears, right in front of me, smiling, a distinct unholy glow around him. A mad look in his eyes. His black cloak stained with the blood of his victims. He smells of rotting flesh.

"Not even me," he speaks in a raspy, unnerving voice. He swings his scythe, then, I see only red.

I snap back to reality. That vision... Visions do tend to show truths, it's clear now. If i cannot convince Reaper to stop, I will have to kill him.

I clutch my knife. It may come to that...