[ Welcome. We do things in the church... And Amalthea will touch the podium and use its technology to channel the unknown and the unseen. In this closed location, nothing seems to change, but the atmosphere does. Sometimes you get a sixth sense suddenly.
Is there anything people would like to say as this turns up? How would we like to call out? What would you like to ask? We are a ouija boarding. ]
Hey, we come in peace. [a beat] Unless whatever's out there doesn't in turn and is hostile, in which case we are absolutely dangerous and should not be messed with.
[ Amalthea looks at them and I'm assuming Arthur is also silently exasperated by the state of things in this church.
However, it seems something answers... It starts with a small rumble, then a sweet scent becomes stronger but not in an unpleasant way. The church disappears and they are in a pink haze void. Amalthea and Arthur are still here, do not worry.
[ Somehow, you all turn into the animals you have chosen... Amalthea has turned into a bird herself, a little sparrow, and Arthur while Eli is not here is a rat in a three-piece suit.
It all seems peaceful, though the pink color must put you all on edge.
It doesn't take long, though, before enemies come. Through the pink haze comes a pink fox that snatches Anise, the bunny, in its voracious jaws. Its fangs lodging deep into her flesh... For Charles, wolves come for him in a pack, hungry and looking for their next meal. For Lucien, a bird of prey snatches him with sharp talons. Shoma and Amalthea get the same treatment with a wild cat catching them midflight with their claws, breaking their wings and playing with them like their lives matter nothing. Cat for Arthur, too, sorry Arthur. For Lovelace and Rodya, hunters with guns all for sport. They're all pink.
No matter how small or large, they're being hunted, devoured or used.
What shall we become next to best these predators? ]
[ WHY WOULD SHE EVER STOP WANTING TO BE A BEAR. HER WORLD SUCKS SHE KNOWS YOU CAN GET HUNTED NO MATTER WHAT YOU ARE UNLESS YOU'RE AT THE VERY TOP BUT THIS WAY SHE'S GOT CLAWS AND A HUGE BITE MOTHERFUCKER. HELL YEAH. EVERY MAN WHO SAID HE COULD TAKE ON A RUSSIAN GRIZZLY LIED. ]
[ You guys are so funny... Some of you became human, some of you became just larger animals, but the pink haze transforms alongside them. It's a field of every moment they've ever cherished, every horrible or bitter event remedied and rewritten, and they're surrounded by people they hold dear dead or alive.
However, you all must stay vigilant because past the pink shrouds of temptation is a shape. There is a large, massive presence deep within. It's difficult to discern, difficult to comprehend with only your eyes, but you make it out with your senses as best as you can. Its limbs billow like silk, its silhouette always gracefully transforming, and it's luring you all in.
But the vast space is also becoming smaller, smaller, and smaller. ]
[ well, he is impatient and reckless as always, but he's not going to walk directly into the arms of whatever this thing is and let it eat him again. slinking into the shadows to try and approach quietly. ]
[ Again, huh? Well, at least she's used to that sort of thing. Tfw the entire premise of your game is lowkey like a weird extended memshare-CYOA so it's whatever -- she's already acknowledged all of this is unreal, things of the past.
She'll keep up the rear to guard and bat away any silhouettes of smoke as they approach, but swiftly because hello we are shrinking. ]
[ Just what it wanted, then... They can watch all these memories and these people decay, swallowed up into the haze. They call for their help, they ask why the betrayal — is there no such thing as happiness?
It seems whatever it is, it's pleased by their suffering, and it comes closer even though it's but a blurry silhouette. It towers over them. It's large enough to encompass a planet. No, the galaxy. It can devour the all the stars only because it feels like it exists everywhere. As they approach, they will start to feel their souls tear and peel off of their bodies. It's an excruciating pain unlike any other without a source or epicenter to find, though familiar to maybe one. They're being split from this realm, split from this form.
To be devoured... To be One. ]
No, we can't just walk in there!
[ Amalthea is going to step the brakes on this. They'll be returning to the church. Good job, friends. ]
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Is there anything people would like to say as this turns up? How would we like to call out? What would you like to ask? We are a ouija boarding. ]
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Anyone answering?
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Hey, we come in peace. [a beat] Unless whatever's out there doesn't in turn and is hostile, in which case we are absolutely dangerous and should not be messed with.
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Don't any of us have... specific questions? [ like. she doesn't because she doesn't know shit. but. come on, us. get it together. ]
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[ The most pertinent question, Isabel. ]
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However, it seems something answers... It starts with a small rumble, then a sweet scent becomes stronger but not in an unpleasant way. The church disappears and they are in a pink haze void. Amalthea and Arthur are still here, do not worry.
Choose an animal. ]
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It all seems peaceful, though the pink color must put you all on edge.
It doesn't take long, though, before enemies come. Through the pink haze comes a pink fox that snatches Anise, the bunny, in its voracious jaws. Its fangs lodging deep into her flesh... For Charles, wolves come for him in a pack, hungry and looking for their next meal. For Lucien, a bird of prey snatches him with sharp talons. Shoma and Amalthea get the same treatment with a wild cat catching them midflight with their claws, breaking their wings and playing with them like their lives matter nothing. Cat for Arthur, too, sorry Arthur. For Lovelace and Rodya, hunters with guns all for sport. They're all pink.
No matter how small or large, they're being hunted, devoured or used.
What shall we become next to best these predators? ]
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he will also become the monster hunter. it is, after all, his training :) ]
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However, you all must stay vigilant because past the pink shrouds of temptation is a shape. There is a large, massive presence deep within. It's difficult to discern, difficult to comprehend with only your eyes, but you make it out with your senses as best as you can. Its limbs billow like silk, its silhouette always gracefully transforming, and it's luring you all in.
But the vast space is also becoming smaller, smaller, and smaller. ]
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... Well, no point in turning back, right?
[holding his weapon... heading towards the shape...]
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She'll keep up the rear to guard and bat away any silhouettes of smoke as they approach, but swiftly because hello we are shrinking. ]
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It seems whatever it is, it's pleased by their suffering, and it comes closer even though it's but a blurry silhouette. It towers over them. It's large enough to encompass a planet. No, the galaxy. It can devour the all the stars only because it feels like it exists everywhere. As they approach, they will start to feel their souls tear and peel off of their bodies. It's an excruciating pain unlike any other without a source or epicenter to find, though familiar to maybe one. They're being split from this realm, split from this form.
To be devoured... To be One. ]
No, we can't just walk in there!
[ Amalthea is going to step the brakes on this. They'll be returning to the church. Good job, friends. ]