✝ 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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[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.]

Do not make that face. It spoils your beauty. Turn to me; I will have words with you.

[toiletseat_girl]

[bumps into it and she clings for a moment, swaying in her heels but staying upright]

I'm not beautiful.

[she turns toward where she thinks the voice is coming from]

[wwjd]

[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.]



You certainly are not when you scowl so unpleasantly. Well...? What do you think? Will you pray, or will you continue to despise the situation you have found yourself in?

[toiletseat_girl]

[she blinks. where did he come from. and why is he naked?! resolutely not thinking that this is the first time she's ever seen a naked man before]

I wasn't scowling, I was just--thinking. And I've never been much for prayer.

[wwjd]

So you will not pray.

[toiletseat_girl]

I didn't say that. I just wouldn't even know what to pray for.

[wwjd]

Would you pray for a lost soul...?



Do you possess such misleading, hopeless compassion? I wonder.

[toiletseat_girl]

Not when you make it sound so appealing, no.

[wwjd]

Very well.

[He waves his hand. The prayer rail disappears.]



Leave my sight. Or remain. I care not. I admit I enjoy breaking a woman such as yourself...

[toiletseat_girl]

Breaking me? Listen, asshole, no one is gonna break me.

[wwjd]

Are you so sure of that?



[He stands.]

[toiletseat_girl]

I'm pretty fucking sure.

[she stands her ground and puts her hands on her hips]

[wwjd]

[He takes a step forward.



You're struck with a sudden impulse of wanting to LEAVE, but—

it is not overpowering or something you couldn't resist in the least, if you were really trying.]

[toiletseat_girl]

You stay right where you are, buddy.

[George is too stubborn for her own good sometimes. This is one of those times.]

[wwjd]

[He takes another step forward, closer.]

Or—? What will you do, woman?

[toiletseat_girl]

[she backs away a step, unconsciously]

Or I'll make you stop.

[wwjd]

[He is gone. In the next second, the man with the red eyes is gone.

The path to the altar is open. The rest of the church lights up.]

[toiletseat_girl]

[breaths a sigh of relief when he vanishes

she takes a moment to really get a good look at the inside of the church, trying to find anything that's unusual or out of place besides the motionless figures at the altar]

[wwjd]

[Nothing sticks out as too weird. The windows are stained glass, and in no particular designs—just a bunch of religious imagery. Outside the transparent panes, it just seems dark and forbidding.

It's the same with the pews; there's nothing extraordinary about them.

It definitely stands out in the lighting and against the darker cushions of the pews, though—there's a crumple of white in one spot, shoved into the wooden crack between one pew’s seat and the next. It looks like crunched up paper.]

[toiletseat_girl]

[notices the paper]

What the fuck is that doing there?

[goes to get the piece of paper and carefully smooths it out so she can read it]

[wwjd]

[The piece of paper is a note. The note looks more like a ransom one, like something you’d be sent by a sordid criminal after he abducted your family. Jerky, sharpened handwriting; bleeding, dark ink—essentially it looks like a serial killer wrote it. But, it is readable, and its message says:

You will never feel it, Kirei. -From: God

A capped pen, jet black in color, is beside where it was on the cushions.]

[toiletseat_girl]

[takes a moment to process this]

I didn't know that god was into letter writing.

[she picks up the pen and examines it]

[wwjd]

[There's nothing special about the pen. If you open it, the end of it is pointy, just as it should be. It seems to have enough ink inside it to be used.]

[toiletseat_girl]

Well, if god wrote the note, god can answer back, right?

[she adds just beneath the writing "what's 'it?'"]

[wwjd]

[Immediately, a strong force takes hold of your arm. Without being able to stop it, you brace the paper on a nearby surface, flip it around, and your hand puts pen to paper, writing out another message on the back of the paper in the same jagged handwriting from before.

It feels uncomfortable, like someone very powerful and overbearing is gripping your hand and forcing you to write, but you cannot resist it. You feel like you hate yourself. You feel rejected and scared and you don't want to hold this pen, you don't want to write to God? You don't?

When finished, you are released and the message says,

The glory of God. Salvation. Acceptance by others, acceptance by anyone. -From: God]