✝ 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!))

Comments

[adisaster]

I'm inclined to agree.

[ wow, myself has such good opinions. good job self. he spreads his legs on either side of the other Gilgamesh, reaching up to cup the side of his face. ]

Now ... I suppose I should ask, what manner of faker are you?

[wwjd]

[His hand is still busy beneath the skirt. Smirking, he trails his fingers over the outline of his double's cock. But—]

Faker?



[That earns an amused face.]

Oh, how interesting. I am not a faker at all. You should know it yourself! Or will you deny that I am just like you?

[adisaster]

I shall not deny the visual similarities between us ...

[ even as he's shit-talking his double, though, his hips shift down into his hand and his fingertips go to trail through blonde hair. ]

But there can only be one true King of Heroes. And you are certainly not him.

[wwjd]

Hmph. I cannot argue that.



[He admits it. It appears genuine.]

Isn't it so that a copy of the great Gilgamesh, though, may be a faithful representation of him, and therefore be him, for whatever it will suffice? You forget, you know. He records you on his mind.

[adisaster]

You shall do for my amusement, certainly. I have not had the chance to view myself from quite this perspective. But I do hope you do not go around claiming you are the genuine article.

[wwjd]

To who would I claim it?

[He preens with the other Gilgamesh's hands in his hair, now, tightening his grip around his cock.]

[adisaster]

Are the no others here?

[ he murmurs, his voice getting a bit huskier as his erection presses up against flimsy cloth barrier between it and other-Gilgamesh's hand. ]

[wwjd]

Well—he already knows. That you are the true Gilgamesh, as am I.



[He strokes his cock down and up; now is a good time, as it happens, to tear the stockings.]

[adisaster]

[ he approves. there's a loud, approving groan, perhaps more loud because of the setting -- and his hands are dropping further, dragging down that red cloth on his double's shoulders. ]

And any others who may visit ... ?

[wwjd]

What of them?

[Freeing Gilgamesh's dick once and for all, he pumps it in earnest. That he's being de-robed himself doesn't appear to bother him.]



We have never cared for others. Do not try to delude yourself, now. All that matters to us is ourselves.

[adisaster]

I care -- if you lie, and claim to them you are the true Gilgamesh ...

[ though, he looks a bit thoughtful at double-Gilgamesh's words, even though the hand on his cock is very good at distracting him. he's trying to tug the red cloth entirely away, allowing him to drag his fingertips over bare flesh he's never viewed from this angle before. ]

[wwjd]

[It's not hard to remove the cloth. He's bared for all to see sooner or later.

But he rips the skirt, now, he tugs the bodice apart.]

We do not care.

[adisaster]

[ abruptly he grabs for his jaw, trying to forcibly tip his head to make him meet his eyes. ]

Do not put words in my mouth.

[wwjd]

[His head is forcibly tilted, but the face that greets his likeness is not pleasant. The red eyes glow in anger. His teeth grit sharply together. He destroys the remainder of the bodice, exposing his double's chest.]

... Be quiet and enjoy yourself. Drown in pleasure.



[You want to LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE.]

[adisaster]

[ selfie why you gotta be like this. his own faces twists in anger, almost a betrayal, because he would have been fine indulging in this but being commanded doesn't suit him and the need to leave is overwhelming -- abruptly he backs up, pulling off of his double entirely and taking a step back against the pew in front of them. ]

[wwjd]

[He's grabbed roughly—this Gilgamesh shoots to his feet, quickly, and holds onto his arms with overpowering strength, in a vice-like grip.

You really want to LEAVE.]

[adisaster]

[ how about no. he pushes back against him with all the strength of a Servant, moving to try to wrench away. ]

[wwjd]

[Sorry! Servant power just isn't enough in this case. After all, he's as strong as a Servant, too. Maybe even stronger...



considering that he picks the other Gilgamesh up and throws him into the nearby pews, smashing his head against the hard wood.]

[adisaster]

[ what the fuck?? he's tossed against the pews quite effectively, taken by surprise and dazed by the impact of his skull against the wood. he struggles to pull himself back up and thankfully he doesn't need much coordination to try to summon his Gate if he's able. ]

[wwjd]

[His imaginary self doesn't need much restraint in summoning his Gate, either, and is

that a spear stabbing itself deeply into his shoulder? Oh, it is.



But, it shouldn't be impossible to fight back from this distance. If you hurry. You want to LEAVE but part of you also just wants to GIVE UP AND TAKE IT.]

[adisaster]

[ every inch of him fights not to give in -- not to give up -- so even though he takes the spear with a snarl he's not hesitant in firing a sword right for the other-Gil's face, stumbling back over the pews. ]

[wwjd]

[It hits him right in the face, point blank, but he continues stalking closer to you.]

[adisaster]

[ first of all that is NOT a turn on


he continues to backpedal, firing several more weapons for body mass, hoping to stop him in his place. ]

[wwjd]

[The weapons just keep hitting, but he just keeps walking through them.

He's a grotesque mess, now. All you can see over the mess of blood, brains, torn limbs and ripped entrails is his haunting red eyes.

He doesn't have a jaw to speak, but it seems like he talks, anyway. Directly into your mind, if needed.]



Do you regret it? Do you regret it?

[adisaster]

[ that would be a revolting sight to see from anyone but to see his own body twisted and mangled in such a way is extra revolting. He’s backing up towards the aisle, the podium, trying to put as much space as possible between them as he keeps firing his weapons. ]

I do not know what you are talking about - -!