thevoidsdarkhorse | Heart Game (Continued)

Heart Game (Continued)

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[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.

Nah, I suppose it's not.

[Okay then. Let's touch the purple scarf.]

[You feel it in your chest. The middle prong of the trident buried near your lungs and heart. Enough to have done fatal damage, but not enough damage to make the death quick.]

[You're slow to bleed out, but you do.]

[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.]

[...]

[...man this whole room is death and other people's death and pain and other people's pain and the occasional wish of pain on others for other people's pain.]

[yep. seems pretty solidly the opposite of light.]

[I just had the best idea. Let's touch Roxy.]

[You touch Roxy.]

[Nothing happens. She is, however, cold as death.]

Since you've decided to chat with her, you might as well ask how corpses are treated back home.

[Staring at phone.]

[Shrug.]

Well... Can't say I expected that.

The Game is a morbid fuck.

Ehh. Far be it from me to judge.

[I guess we will do the chaste smooch thing.]

[You kiss her, and her lips are cold, almost burning.]

[You're afraid to die. You don't actually want to die, and there's that niggling thought of what if you DON'T come back, but it keeps happening.]

[You feel a piece of glass pierce through your heart. The vines twisting, twining around you, tearing your flesh and bleeding you dry.]

[If you live, someone else will have to die. Like every other time you were spared, every other time you lived, it's because someone else died in your place.]

[Something unknown running you through along with a sword from someone who is supposed to be your ally.]

[It's easy to take everything wrong with your head and use it. It's so ridiculously simple the first time self sacrifice is an option. You've had worse. You've died before. You destroy those fears and doubts, bury them deep in the void that is your soul until you no longer feel them anymore. You probably couldn't now if you tried.]

[You feel the burn of poison in your veins, the heat of total soul deconstruction.]

[But you'll be damned if you let someone die just so you could live ever again.]

[Finally ending with the burn of total incineration.]

[And a feeling, a desire.]

[Please, please just let it all end. Let nothingness take me.]

[But the clock goes, and you come back, because there is no heroic or just. You're completely fine.]

[He stands up, rubbing his mouth with a hand.]

[Let's see what changes we have wrought, then.]

Edited 2015-01-26 05:56 (UTC)

[There are]

[No changes.]

[Just Doom Roxy, waiting.]

Have you figured it out yet?

Maybe.

[Let me do the THINKY THING.]

[AND THINK WITH FULL POWERS.]

[Roxy is a person who keeps dying and coming back. So she doesn't have a problem dying... but she's tired of continuing to come back. But that would imply she's fighting it... which isn't doom. But since it's Roxy it can't be that simple... She's accepting both that she's going to die and that her deaths aren't going to be existent... but that doesn't mean she doesn't want to die??]

[god it is hard to figure this out when it doesn't actually bother you all that much.]

[Oh honey.]

You may want to try a new angle.

[Heading over to the throne.]

...I've already figured out the key is accepting something that seems unpleasant. I just need to figure out which thing to see how hard it'll be.

[But. Well. I guess we can try touching the throne.]

[Nothing happens.]

Throne doesn't have anythin'.

Find the common factor, logic boy. Why it's important.

[He rubs his temples.]

Well... those remind me of the games here. And that last one... Haunt's game. So the others were the ones from before then.

Deaths that you can take on to save other people and teams..?

Gettin' too specific, and too altruistic.

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