✝ 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]

[ 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 - -!

[wwjd]

Is that really true?



[He continues walking.

You are very close to the altar.]

[adisaster]

I am not lying.

[ he hisses wrathfully - - is he going to be stopped by the prayer rail ]

[wwjd]

[It's not there. You could still pray to God if you really want to, though.]

[adisaster]

[ nah

has othergil stopped yet]

[wwjd]

[He has not stopped. By now, he begins to float, trailing down the aisle like some specter glopping blood and guts wetly on the floor. He is so near. And he's not stopping.



The hand he extends for you has virtually no flesh stuck to its fingers, it is simply pointed white bone advancing for your naked neck.]

[adisaster]

[ he grabs for that hand to try to break it, face twisting once more in disgust. ]

Why do you not cease?

[wwjd]

[It breaks and cracks underneath your grip; after all, now it is nothing but bone.

But, he will attempt to sink forward, to meet you face to face.



He gives you no answer, just red eyes staring deep into yours.]

[adisaster]

Disgusting.

[ he tries to grab him by the throat -- whatever is, left of it -- to outright toss him away ]

[wwjd]

[He bends forward—you can grab him by the throat, but then what remains of his head seems to crack off, snaking towards your face even closer with his spinal cord slipping out from his body still attached.]

[adisaster]

[ ew?? he puts his hand between his face and his double's, trying to push the head back. ]

[wwjd]

[His head splits—no, bursts—into blood like black tar that adheres to your skin, seeps between your fingers, and burns it.]

[adisaster]

[ EUGH

shakes his hand to try to get the tar off as fast as he can ]

[wwjd]

[It doesn't shake away.

It burrows into your skin and seeps into your bones, it corrupts you, it makes you think of sin you want to sin]

[adisaster]

[ that's not really any different from the usual life though

is there any like, holy water, in this useless fucking church, ]