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An elderly Scottish woman named Gladys.
Long ago, when Gladys was young and reckless, she stumbled upon the book within which all fate is written. Skimming through the pages, she came upon the moment of her death and in a fit of rage and fear tore it free from the book. Hence forth she cannot die until the conditions of the page are complete. The last remaining of which is that I log off from Hexbear.
Fearing her coming demise, she has cursed me that should she die then so shall I and thus we are locked within this eternal cosmic struggle. Neither of us allowed to meet our final fate until the
button is pressed.What if you hit refresh on the site and get a 502?
The sun blinks shut like an eye.
Under the gaze of this profane eclipse, it will fall to me to journey to Scotland, find Gladys, and defeat her before her dread power can reassert itself.
poggers, good luck with Gladys