The Letters of Deliverance by BugByte14
The year is 2092
And in the world is something new
A man has made himself immortal
Within a land that's far from normal
He stands as awful oddity
With all his bastard progeny
A hundred fifty six his age
Beyond the years of any sage
His spirit lacks in wisdom whole
He thinks that he is in control
And yet tonight I reap his soul

Ratings
| Overall | 973th | 3.107⭐ | 30🧑⚖️ |
| Fun | 964th | 2.929⭐ | 30🧑⚖️ |
| Innovation | 973th | 2.857⭐ | 30🧑⚖️ |
| Graphics | 800th | 3.286⭐ | 30🧑⚖️ |
| Audio | 638th | 2.982⭐ | 30🧑⚖️ |
| Humor | 533th | 2.92⭐ | 27🧑⚖️ |
| Mood | 967th | 2.982⭐ | 30🧑⚖️ |
| Given | 49🗳️ | 58🗨️ |
I can swing the scythe at spawn, but I get reset if I do it anywhere near the people?
Art is nice, but I'll wait to rate the game properly in case the author uploads a fixed version
Fun nonetheless, nice work!