Your brother...his face fades. He did this to you but you both fought one another...too much for your liking really.

But you were really only ever doing it for him weren't you. He needed toughening up. He wasn't made for this world...constantly needing his big bro to back him up and get him out of those tight spots. He was...he needed you.

Maybe the grenade as a bad idea but that wasn't you...you weren't thinking. It was...all a blur now anyway.

You feel yourself floating but it's not so much a feeling. There are no senses...semblance of senses are fading. You can't focus...you can't see or hear or feel. You're just essence...a memory of a thing you once were. Your spirit begins to fall as the world fades to darkness.

Thoughts are draining fast. Memories...they all flash back. And they all involve him...your brother...little Jeff. So many bad times but so many good all scattered throughout. You hope he'll be okay up there. You hope he'll get that bastard Willis for doing this to you both.

You just hope...and hope is rapidly fading. Hope is being abandoned. A redness enters the world as your essence is consumed by fires and lava. You swirl around in the lake...or at least the last tangible thread of you.

In your remaining memory you hear a voice. A very..familiar voice...

"You were always an asshole."
"I'll miss it."

There's a peace that fills your essence.

"I'll miss you too bro..." You think for the final time.

You have been killed.

But don't fear. Death isn't the end in this adventure. There is still a chance you may return to the world of the living once more. In the meantime please refrain from discussing anything outside of the game. You will still have access to your journal where you can muse on things while you wait to see what happens next.

Please continue to check into your journal every day in case you are revived at any point and need to return to the game.