The dreaming god has awakened; you hardly even remember dying.

Well, the good news is that you successfully detonated the nuclear device.  Pyrrhus would be proud.

These flying reptiles aren’t as easy to get rid of as the flying rats, are they?

Those circling, squeaking rat-things finally gnawed you to death.

You were standing too close to that Nightmare when it died.  Wipe off the goo and try again.

Ouch.  Maybe next time you won’t walk over one of those pods when your vitality is so low.

The poison has slowly done it’s work, and you fall lifeless to the ground.

As the air gets more and more stale, you finally pass out.  You have died of suffocation.

The Alien Gemstone has fully drained your vitality and you collapse to the ground, helpless.

You’ve been killed by a Venemous Skitter.  Try shooting it before it shoots you.

You’ve been killed by a Greater Nightmare (and yes, those projectiles are guided).

You wake up weeks, perhaps months later, staring at the stars and wondering “Where the hell’s my roof?”

Those green guys just don’t give up, do they?  Hmmm...

You have died in an earthquake.  I hate it when that happens.

Seven men in overcoats jump from the shadows and carry you away.  You are never heard from again.

You’ve been caught in the sticky strands of a Skitter’s web and devoured.  Tasty.

That was fun, what’s your next plan?

Well, if you needed a light, I guess you got one.

You have been grilled by one of those annoying electrical spheres.  Get used to it.

You have been killed by a Wraith.  I hope you got a good look at it before you died.

Oozes.  They’re everywhere.  Can’t stand ’em.

You’ve just been killed by a Zombie.  They’re pretty good with those bones, aren’t they?

Sorry, you have died.  Those Ghouls really have a mean fastball.

You have died.  Those Banshees are really annoying, aren’t they?

You have died a horrible and nasty death.  Wipe off that green goo and try again.

You have been cooked by a Nightmare.  Don’t worry, it happens to everyone a few times.