thevoidsdarkhorse | Heart Game (Continued)

Heart Game (Continued)

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I'm not the Shadow.

Assuming as much will block you off from the truth.

[Considers that for a moment...]

I guess that makes sense. Now that I'm actually thinking about it, a Shadow self would be things that she's repressing, and she doesn't seem to repress self-sacrifice. That's what being a Rogue of Void is.

And the truth is super important for finding the balance of this place, of course.

This is very true.

And you can only find truth by pursuing knowledge.

What I'm hearing here is 'It's touch everything time.'

[Shrugs.] Your call.

I'll take that as permission.

[Let's start with the red strand things. Since they're the most likely to be instantly lethal, best to get that out of the way first.]

[You can feel heat and hear the roar of a fire. You’re running, panicked, until something finally runs you through, killing you instantly.]

[Tick.]

[Heroic]

[Tock.]

[Just]

[BONG]

[You feel your body break down again, as it did for godtier, pulling, pulling everything back, until you snap back, whole, in the air. Completely fine.]

[oh good, those bruises are gone now. that would have been really awkward to explain to the others.]

[and this is still not nearly as bad as everyone says.]

[Maybe we should poke the red rock on the floor next. To see if it's the same thing, of course.]

[There is that.]

[Contact and there's a promise, a horrible promise because you understand. You've felt your soul being sucked into the rock, how much your soul wants to go, how you want that nothingness, you want it want it want it and you promise him you would DESTROY THE ROCK-]

[Your soul shatters.]

[And you die.]

[Tick.]

[Heroic]

[Tock.]

[Just]

[BONG]

[You feel your body break down again, as it did for godtier, pulling, pulling everything back, until you snap back, whole, in the air. Completely fine.]

[I'm going to go out on a limb and say that happens with everything I touch in here.]

[...]

[well what if I touch some of the funky colored blood, just to confirm it.]

[Need a specific color.]

[Fuschia seems appropriately tiamaty.]

[Well, now you get her perspective on this.]

[You don't want to kill.]

[But you see an alien woman.]

[You know her every crime. Everything she has done to you. How much she has taken. How much excessive cruelty she's performed simply because she COULD. To you, to everyone around you, to so many alien races. How unrepentant she is, how she targets you, and your friends.]

[How she demands you to save her race for her to enslave as she took away yours.]

[How she killed the last of your family twice.]

[And suddenly it's so very easy to imagine yourself draining every tyrian drop from her body just to make sure SHE STAYED DOWN.]

[There used to be a time when I would have been surprised to find out there was another person with the same sort of worldview and willingness to do horrible things as Lila.]

[Used to be. Instead he just nods.]

[blood is deets. Maybe the brown, then?]

[Brown is...different. It's not a death. But it's someone. Wren of Takshaka. You see him, another troll, and you realize it's been put in your hands on whether or not his race will live or die. You wonder if he'd ever see them if you saved them, or if he would remain dead?]

[...Blood is deets. I GOT THIS.]

[let's touch the others, indigo, olive, purple... then red.]

[Olive. You're with someone, closer than closer, and you really like this girl you're supposed to help. It's better than being just dead, you suppose, but then something happens, and you're ripped away from the other as you EXPLODE.]

[There's this troll. You don't know where she came from, and you don't care, because she's got the ring you need to SAVE YOUR FRIEND, and she's calling her irrelevant, and she's talking about how she's gonna be the big hero, and she's so smug and you hate her, hate her so much, but that would be fine except.]

[Except she put you to sleep.]

[She took you down.]

[And when you woke up, EVERYONE YOU LOVED was dead or dying and you hate it hate hate hate hate hate hate hate]

[AND SHE'S TO BLAME AND YOU HOPE THE CONDESCE MAKES HER SUFFER BECAUSE YOU WOULD HAVE.]

[So you see this motherfucker. And you hate him, hate him, and hate him, and he TOOK YOUR MOTHER FROM YOU, and all you see is red as you try and BEAT HIS FACE IN, or shoot him, or anything because HIS SMUG ASSHOLE CLOWN FACE NEEDS TO STOP EXISTING!!!!]

[But then he does and you're cute in half by some unknown party.]

[Tick tock, you're fine again!]

[Do you continue to red?]

[But tick tock, back to normal.]

[yeah we continue to red.]

[tanking deaths like it aint no thang.]

[You touched the red blood and suddenly there is knowledge in your head. You’re the last. You were always the last. The last of the human race dead centuries before, the last of your Neighborhood that burned down, the last of your universe, twice over, once from the Red Miles, another from the Reapers.]

[The last of your friends, of your family, with no more cheats, saves, tricks, or alternatives.]

[Forever the last one standing, little rogue Roxy.]

[Growing up on islands of graves and seas of blood.]

[Fifth time's the charm for you to really be the last of your whole reality. Fifth time to make it stick with no one left to save.]

[Finally, Roxy changes and you see it. The small wounds through her chest, and the bigger one just below her heart. The burns, blue lips and finger tips. The marks of vines around her body, and the pieces of her that just seem...missing.]

[Her eyes no longer yellow, but an eerie, blank white.]

[...aha.]

You don't look so good.

No, I imagine not.

So... you're dead, then?

[She shrugs.] It's a bit of a Schrodinger's Cat, that one.

So you don't know until you've gone home and observed...

Don't suppose you'd care to explain any of that, would you?

It's not my job to explain.

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