What is Fear?
Since the opening of the very first Temple, many have asked this question and many a dark soul have stated they knew the answer and could inflict it upon the rest.
From those who fluttered to those who invaded nightmares, to the psychopaths and the contagions, and even the aspects of sin itself, so many have tried to control OSW through the ideals of Fear and so many have failed.
And yet now another contender arises, waltzing through these doors, dick swinging wild, thinking they know the answer.
When really they’re just another monster of the week who doesn’t know jack shit.
Because really it doesn’t matter how you embody it, Fear always comes down to two simple categories.
The Obvious.
And The Subtle.
And you Reaver, despite your appearance, despite your legend, and the very aura of terror that you radiate.
You ain’t nothing but another basic bitch who thinks they’re owed the crown.
Don’t take us wrong, we understand why they fear you. A skeletal abomination who haunts a broken down relic and came from nowhere to “claim” the soul of someone.
We like it, it’s a cute little legend.
But legends are nothing but tales written by weak people. Propping monsters on pedestals of glass that fracture and shatter at the first moment of weakness.
At the first person who doesn’t fear them.
And make no mistake Reaver, we don’t fear you. We hate you. Because you’re just another pretender coming for our throne.
Because unlike you, a thin veiled boogeymen created by feeble men, we are the very essence of evil.
We were crafted from the nightmares of the very first humans, and ever since we have been the very reason they are terrified of what goes bump in the night.
While you rely on jump scares and a terrifying visage, the mere thought of our presence draws goosebumps down their spines.
The horror of the Virus is so interwoven into the fabric of the Temple that the memories of the past causes ripples in time itself.
We don’t need to take off our mask to terrify people with what’s underneath, they already fear us. They always have.
It’s why a holy man would emerge from his sanctuary into the darkness once more in a feigned attempt to weaken us.
It’s why one of the most powerful men in Molvania wakes up drenched in sweat, terrified of nightmares of a blackened hallway.
It’s why your entrance was darkness, terror and a dismantling of one person while ours?
A field of red snow, a man brought to his knees with an impossible task and the birth of the child that would rip the world asunder.
And that was just one of ours.
You waltz in here and try and claim the souls of whoever you wish? This temple is ours. These people are ours.
AND WE DO NOT SHARE BOY.
At Turbo, you will be privileged to see what lies beneath and they will see what they thought impossible.
Fear gripping the heart of their boogeyman.
As even a monster like you is terrified when the devil itself stares deep within your soul.