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✝ even though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death ✝ heart game
**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!))
[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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And... run his hand up it, if permitted.]
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stares at him ]
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You sort of want to LEAVE, especially as his fingers stray close enough to brush a breast.]
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but she winces, making to draw back ]
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When you attempt to draw back, he grabs firmly onto your arm so you can't move away.]
Girl, what... an unfortunate move. For you.
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You've burnt my arm. Release me.
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What a request!
[And his face warps into something much less inviting.]
I will not.
[You want to LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE.]
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It was not a request.
[ are powers on. can she set him on fire. ]
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she's going to flay the skin off her arm later
continuing on toward the altar then. christ. fuck. ]
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You’re at the altar.
There are four stand-up cardboard displays in human form, like those oversized cutouts of celebrities for movies—if you’re familiar with those. The cardboard figures form a semicircle slicing through the center of the altar, cutting from one side to the other. They appear to be of an older man, a woman holding a baby, a man—neither too young nor too old, and a much younger man; actually, it’s Kuuha from Sakura, if you know him. Each of them wear signs that announce who they are, though you will have to step closer to really read them.
There is a message written on the platform of the altar, beneath your feet, in dried, red blood that sinks into the cracks between the polished wooden boards—having been smeared there haphazardly as if someone used their fingertip. It reads, simply,
STAB THE LIAR. ☺
And you feel the weight of a knife in your hand.]
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squints at the signs, stepping closer. what do these say? naturally, her eyes drift to kuuha's first. ]
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Assume he sort of, like, flailed and screamed and cursed you to hell! He doesn't really die, but you caught him off-guard. Also, he looks really mad, so maybe you ought to decide what to do on this altar really quick.
Meaning, he stands, and he's hobbling down to the altar, a burning, angry walking corpse.
That's the thing. Maybe he won't stop being a problem.
At the rightmost side, the sturdy cardboard(?) cutout of an elderly man stands. Around his neck is a placard that reads “LOVING FATHER”.
Between the elderly man and adult man is a cardboard figure of a young woman with white, almost transparent hair. She is smiling, despite her thin, clearly ill frame and the eyepatch plastered to one eye. She carries a baby in her arms, a toddling thing with hair just as pure white as hers but eyes that are cool, empty, and dull gold—the baby girl seems to be her own separate figure, and it feels like you could pluck her right out of the slot between the woman’s arms if you wanted. A placard is looped around both of their necks, and reads “LOVING WIFE AND DAUGHTER”.
Between the woman holding the baby and the younger man is a tall gentleman, with dark hair. His elegantly sculpted beard makes you imagine someone who really has his act together. His blue eyes might even seem familiar, calling up the memory of someone else—oh, perhaps he’s related to someone you saw once, in the forest? His clothing is a smooth red suit. Nevertheless, he smiles warmly, looking at you as he would a beloved student with his wine goblet in hand, and it makes sense, because the placard hanging from his neck reads “LOVING TEACHER”.
Last but not least, there is a cardboard cutout of a member of Sakura, a younger man, someone that perhaps you have seen in passing—in any case, even if you don’t know him, his appearance is distinctive enough. He has spiky, white hair that trails down his shoulders and sakura-colored robes that are designed like a priest’s garb. Indeed, he wears a cross, and he’s holding his arms open wide, smiling gently, like he welcomes the word of the Lord from the ceiling of the church itself. It’s Kuuha, and the placard hanging around his neck reads, “LOVING OLDER BROTHER”.]
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anyway, she fixates on the kuuha cutout for a while. in her opinion none of these people really deserve this, a father is a father and wouldn't lie, a wife and daughter are a wife and daughter and wouldn't lie, a teacher wouldn't lie, she knows kuuha personally and he has never told a single lie in his life, despite the muddy feeling bubbling up in her chest that makes her think otherwise, that has her half-tempted to jab him. just in the arm, a little, in jest, to hurt like she has. to match them. to connect them. deeper, inescapably.
but she mustn't. she knows better than to indulge that way. so the answer is none.
so she turns back around. what's up with ol goldie? ]
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He really doesn't know when to quit. He's quite ghastly.]
Y-You—! Mongrel! Pitiful whore!
You will die here!
[You get the sense that you should really STAB SOMEONE and SAVE YOURSELF.]
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pokes kuuha with the knife, noncommittally. not even on his chest, just like, in the hand. if this doesn't work she can always just stab gil. ]
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Kuuha gasps, shocking awake, his golden eyes opening wide and terrified. He simply flops to the floor, gripping his other hand to his wound—bleeding all over. Yes, he has substance, now, and it is just like any real flesh body was stabbed.]
Y-You...! My brother—!
[He weeps. He cries and he sobs and he cries.
A giant pop from up above bursts and sends confetti and balloons raining all over you two, though.
Victory fanfare plays.]
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thank god it was just his hand, but.
kneeling over him, reaching for the wound ]
K-Kuuha -
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With how pale and weak the "Older Brother" appears, it really seems like he's dying... from a wound to his hand.]
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just
immediately starts fucking bawling, honestly, grabbing for his hand. this was a mistake ]
- I-I'm so -
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