You're the lord of the dead. A necromancer from ages gone. Unchallenged and unshaken in your quest for immortality and the perfect afterlife.
You pull some big islander woman into your death realm.
The walls start sprouting tentacles. Jesus that's a lot of tentacles. Then she pulls your soul out and starts beating your soul when you're in the afterlife.
Cough I knew i shouldn't of smoked that bowl before this
There are some terrors worse than death or undeath.
....
Tentacles can be one of those, and tentacles that can take the soul of your soul and tentacle it to death to damage your soul are definitely qualified.
When you are trying to create your ideal afterlife when suddenly some crazy woman walks into your life and starts spawning tentacles.
Undeath by SnuSnu
Pulls 
In the death realm.
GP Oh shiiiit, I'm ready to... Oh hold up forgot its snack time.
_Eats orange and escapes the death realm.
_
GP Has left the Server
Sure I'll be right here when you're ready.
Imagine being a follower of Nakabouros, completely loyal to the flow of life, tentacles being a welcoming, warming force that keeps you in tune with the air, ocean, and earth.
Your love and power allow you to test the souls of both the worthy and unworthy, no one can ever duel you. Tentacles have always been your friend, keeping you in tune with the flow of Nakabouros.
Some big tall hunk of metal stares at you, points a mace at you. Your tentacles are gone. All of them. The warmth is gone, replaced by a realm of death and decay. And the only solace you have is the chance that maybe your % hp hits from W might save you without any of your tentacles. You are doomed, Nakabouros has abandoned you...
Illaoi beats you to life.
My mind went sicko morde
