You nearly make it home in time, but it is too late. The last precious seconds of safe time fizzle away, and you fall prey to the Night Thieves. You try to reset so you can try again...nothing happens.

You shut the console off. Nothing. You shut the TV off. They're still there, laughing at you. Their laughs grow cacophonic as their faces draw closer to the screen, diving further into the uncanny valley as they appear to press up against the screen itself. As their laughs grow more and more discordant, you start to make out a phrase amongst it.

beg mercy from the ones beneath the bottom of the world, surrender all to them

It is then that you realize you can faintly make out the shapes of bodies attached to the faces against the increasingly blood-soaked background...

They are not the bodies of men. Though twisted and half-decayed, they are clearly the bodies of sheep.