Because Jay promised to give $2 to the first person to do this, and I had not much else to do. The man stumbled through the twisting landscape. His breath was ragged from exhaustion, but that was but an insignificant hurdle when putting it before his grand goal. His prize for these weeks and months of arduous travel through the lifeless landscape of the Silent Graves. He could see it now. The titanic structure loomed menacingly, its menagerie of spikes and concentric circles dizzying to behold. The veined surface under his feet got more jagged. Skeletal hands clawed through the powdery rock, grasping at the first life they had seen in millennia before crumbling back into the primordial rockscape. He was closer now. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He felt the presence of a being. Someone...powerful. And then, in a swirling cloud of jet black smoke and tendrils of darkness, a figure materialized a few meters before him. He..or she, for how could one attribute gender to such a being, was clothed in dark robes and a hooded robe that seemed to absorb all light around it, and held a massive gray scythe with one hand. Swallowing his fear, the man spoke, 'I wish to meet someone. Someone who I just lost.' The dark figure leaned closer. He tilted the scythe until the tip rested on the man's chest. *What's he doing?* the man wondered until he briefly looked down. His feet were translucent and smoky, their substance ebbing into the dark aura of the figure 'What are you doing?' the man screamed, feebly clawing at his ankles to stop the vapor from escaping, but in vain. The smokiness spread up his body and crossed his chest. Just before he was consumed completely, he heard a gravelly voice, the rattling of a thousand bones, sound from all around him. 'Of course. You shall become one of them.'