✝ even though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death ✝ heart game

[wwjd]

**TW: please note general potential warnings for murder, rape, suicide/mentions of suicide, gore, disturbing content/imagery, death, animal cruelty, cannibalism. This list will be updated as needed! Do not hesitate to PM me if something you aren't comfortable with ever comes up!**

[You’re suddenly in an open, expansive room. It’s huge. If you’re familiar with the setting or have the ability to compare it to something similar, it’s like the interior of a church—pews surround you, all centered around an altar, and all of the normal religious paraphernalia—Bibles, baptismal tools, sacramental wine and bread—is present as well, in its expected place for a church or set up on a table before the altar. The area is for the most part so dark, however, that you cannot clearly see around you for farther than a few feet. It feels like nighttime, but, well, you can’t look beyond the shadows to spy the windows to know for sure...

In this deep darkness, the well-lit altar is like a beacon. Blazing candles encircle it, and you can perceive at least four human-shaped figures standing upon it. Are they alive? Watch long enough, and you’ll understand that they don’t move, shift, or even breathe.

Also, you are dressed like an angel. ( 1 , 2 , 3 , or 4 ) Have fun!

You are directly in the middle of the central aisle, one that leads to the altar. What will you do?]

((game notes!

1) you are welcome to tag in at any time. this heart game will be running from december 10th to december 16th! please realize i have rl responsibilities and will not always be available to tag during the mornings/afternoons of every day, but in general i will be around.

2) my goal is to get everyone to at least one "room" outside of the church, but if that doesn't happen, it's okay! c:

3) this is my first time running a game thing/heart game, so if you notice any major problems or just want to check in with me about something, please do! i am doing my best (exercise_smiley)

4) again, i take comfort levels seriously. never hesitate to pm me if something is too squicky for you. i will change it right away!))

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[thefirstmurder]

[the doctor is wearing outfit #2. with his slim build and his long hair cascading down his shoulders, it is weirdly fitting on him.

after glancing around in confusion, he'll cautiously call out]

Who's there?

[wwjd]

[Have you ever been struck with the urge to carry yourself? It's a strange thing.]

No one.

[A voice answers. It sounds like whatever you imagine God to sound like.]

[thefirstmurder]

[UNSURE UNSURE UNSURE]

Ahh... ah, I...

[doesn't... know how to finish that, so he just--steps forward, towards the altar]

[wwjd]

[At the end of the aisle, you bump into a prayer rail—it wasn't there before. It blocks your way and prevents you from reaching the altar.

More importantly, a crisp, airy but masculine voice rings out from behind you.]

Stop, you fool. This glorious King of Heroes demands it. I shall have some words with you.

[thefirstmurder]

[stumbles a bit once he hits the prayer rail, then turns around. that voice is familiar, but--]

Lord Gilgamesh?

[wwjd]

Oh, you already know of me.

[There is a blonde man sitting at the end of a pew, close to the aisle. He's apparently naked, but some rich, red cloth is wrapped around his shoulders.]

[thefirstmurder]

Of course; you left an unmistakable impression on me.

[approaches him]

I didn't expect to see you here.

[wwjd]

In a church?



[He laughs, gruffly.]

Ha, no wonder! What a boring, pitiful place.

[thefirstmurder]

Boring, perhaps, but it is God's house, after all. What are you doing here?

[wwjd]

If it is God's house, pray. Get on your knees for me.

[thefirstmurder]

[raises an eyebrow and hesitates for a moment, then kneels at the prayer rail]

Does this please you, Your Majesty?

[wwjd]

... No.



[He is displeased. Anger bristles in his eyes and his lips turn down into a frown.]

That is far from where I'm seated. Do not toy with me, or I will bend you over the rail itself.

[thefirstmurder]

[grins at his displeasure, but obediently rises]

You did say to pray.

[moves closer and kneels before him, spreading his arms]

Is this more to your liking, my Lord?

[wwjd]

... Yes.

[He smiles, but even if it is satisfied, there is a hard edge to it, as well. You want to LEAVE as he rises and begins to approach you.]



You will pray while your mouth is full with my cock.

[thefirstmurder]

[he sucks in a sharp breath and grits his teeth, knees instinctively starting to push himself up]

You... you're not really Gilgamesh, are you?

[wwjd]

[He quirks an eyebrow, amused, but will continue walking—slowly, steadily. You want to LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE. Something in you wants to LEAVE.]

No, I am.

[thefirstmurder]

[gets to his feet, crouched a little still, like he wants to dash]

Are you? Then what is this, what is this feeling? Why do I wish to run from you? You don't frighten me. You don't even intimidate me. Yet I can't stop wanting to flee.

[wwjd]

[Without missing a beat:]



Maybe it is because something bad will happen.

[thefirstmurder]

Would you force yourself on someone unwilling, then?

[wwjd]

You will become willing in time.



[He's so close to you, now. He's coming closer, closer, closer...]

[thefirstmurder]

[biting his lip, the doctor fights against his instincts, but takes a step back]

[wwjd]

[He's close enough to touch you, and so he reaches out, brushing fingertips against your chest.

It burns where he touched you.]

Surely you could pray to God to save you... Or to hear your sins after the deed is done.

[thefirstmurder]

[he hisses and jerks back, clasping a hand over his chest where the fake Gil touched him]

Stop--!

[wwjd]

Hahaha! My, you are energetic for one so cowardly!



[It doesn't really scare him off at all. Instead, he'll try to grab onto your wrist in a very strong grip, sort of twisting it and attempting to push you around in an effort to make you face the rail, him boxing you in from the back.]

Please. Struggle. It will only make me more excited to defile you.

[thefirstmurder]

[he does struggle, trying to pull away from him]

Do not--do not touch me, not like this--!