A sad day for this plane of existance, Asmodeus still rules hell with his iron
fist, the group of adventurers chained in the depths of hell as his eternally
whining trophies. Having beaten this united opposition, the overlord of all
dukes of hell tightens his grip onto the souls of everyone, giving it a little
yank to remind who they belong to. I shed a tear for the damned folk of this
realm of existance, as i open a portal to the next one and slip there to
escape the horrors you will soon be left to live in ,) So long suckers!
Anyhow, win or lose, promise is a promise.. the lottery been held, the winners
are ( in descending order):
and if you are a winner, you will be contacted, people just have to be reached
to see what prize they pick and it might take a day or two to reach everyone.