Description: Before you hovers a puslating sphere of darkness, radiating cold darkness as the sun gives warmth and light. Deep within the sphere you make out what appears to be a small man sitting and meditating in mid air. You have no idea if he even has his eyes open, but you know that whatever this is, it is very aware of its surroundings as it ripples to you every thought. Your vision draws further and further into the sphere, your mind can think of nothing but fear, loathing and dread. Your mind almost completly lost within the sphere every act of pain that has been done to you, and that you have done flash before your eyes. Just when you are on the breach of insanity a voice resounding from no where yet everywhere, but definatly from inside your own head speaks "Name your desires child, be they pain or pleasure, for what is pain but another mans pleasure. And who can deny that one mans pleasure is another mans pain. Power to strike down thy foes, or the sweet mercy of embracing death. By the will of Fatale all can be be yours"