GAME OVER.


You lick the blood off your whip. How delicious! The sharp taste of blood brings out the insatiable appetite for destruction and carnage in you...  Instead of only fighting the HEAD you decide to take the other door. The one with all the monsters which you get to turn into roadkill. The more you get to kill, the merrier!  You open the door and enter. It's pitch black.  You move forward and bump into something.  It's a kid.  Maybe about 9 years old. His face is disfigured  Then another one pops up.  Then another... And soon you are surrounded by about 100 of them.  They grab you. You try to fight but you overpowered by their number.  They manhandle you and then strap you to a dentist's chair. Then a strange man pops up.  He wears a phantom-of-the-opera-esque mask.  He takes a scalpel and then procceds to cut open your chest.  A small circle. A few lines here. A few lines there - just like an innocent kid drawing in his book. Your entire body begins to burn. You realize the cuts are forming some sort of strange symbol. He then carefully lifts out your heart.  The occult symbol keeps you alive. Then he proceeds to pour acid over your face. It's becomes like the kid you first saw. At last,  he cuts open your skull and prods your brain. He injects some sort of strange fluid into your skull - but somehow the part of your brain that can feel pain seems to be intact. You feel like crying but only blood rolls down your cheeks. They again lift you and tie you onto another chair - an electrocution chair! The mechanism sets into motion. As the thousands of volts pass through what's left of your body, the chair suddenly drops into a trapdoor. Vaguely you notice that you've fallen into one of the previous rooms. A few seconds later - or was it a few years - you find yourself outside on the grass at midnight. The electric current finally kills off your brain. You made it out of the asylum minus your heart.



It's a dead end... Looks like the only choice is fighting the Boss.

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