[ i love both of you. the monster screams and takes a final swipe at fig and riz both, this time fully aiming to gather them both directly into its mouth and consume the pipis.
the nexialist stares at you for a very long time. in fact, it stares at you so long that the monster manages to swipe the both of you up into the air with its terrible, pixelated, sharp, sharp claws, gouging in scratches into flesh. you see britney's face above you and wonder if this is the last thing you'll see before you die.
and then the nexialist creature reaches out and touches the monster with one ominus, long hand. the surroundings rumble - your entire screen, your entire world, goes black.
and then you wake up! when you wake up, you find yourselves bloodied and exhausted, but standing in... a church? ]
[ there is no music or overly bright 90s sound here. behind you, there are no doors. in front of you stands only nexialist, and the figure in the holy light in the center of the room, which spins slowly as if on display. it is some kind of lizard creature avatar.
in the back of the room, just beyond the translucent walls that signify normally another place to walk, there are many, many more figures in white, wearing the same creepy red mask as nexialist. there are SO many of them, filling up all the space beyond the room, and they appear to also be in the chat room. ]
Nexialist1: Behold the lord and savior. Nexialist2: Behold the lord and savior. Nexialist3: Behold the lord and savior. Nexialist4: Behold the lord and savior.
[ nexialist says nothing, but the chat box glows. and should you click upon it: ]
Nexialist: This world is my home and creation. I possess all. I have saved you from the creature, and I will save you from this world.
[it does seem very hellish but also there was a previous blood sacrifice situation involving Fig and Riz that is immediately coming to her mind and making her feel very unhappy.]
Riz, if we need to sacrifice someone, you can sacrifice me. And then I'll try to figure stuff out on the other side and send you info.
[the lizard man... if only she knew what lizard love sounded like, she could play it now.]
[ the chat strikes up again - there's a hum that sounds like badly pixelated voices all talking at once, and the chatbox says: ]
Nexialist1: We are dead and have already died Nexialist2: We are the ghosts of the machine Nexialist3: We are dead and have already died Nexialist4: We are the ghosts of the machine
[ the red masked, black clothed figure continues to regard them impassively. the spinning lizard man continues to slowly spin. ]
[ the creature looks between the two of you. the expression on his masked face does not change. his head tilts to the side. ]
Nexialist: The lizard has already been conquered. You may each provide a partial sacrifice. One of you can be completely sacrificed. Nexialist: Or you can attempt to sacrifice me. But I am all powerful. I am the World. I will decimate you. Nexialist: It is your choice.
[ the chat begins to fill with the same phrase over and over and over. the two of you feel, all at once - a horrible, grinding pain, the sudden blindingly bright loss of two limbs, or other major body parts (ie: eyes, tails, etc) or two senses, or any combination of those things, as long as it is two each. it is agonizing as these things are very suddenly removed from your avatars, from your bodies, and you feel every nerve and synapse light up with your suffering. let me know what you pick! (and remember, your injuries do get healed upon a new loop.)
but at the end, you feel dizzy, and you realize that the strange white clothed cult members have swarmed the two of you, and lift you towards the spinning lizard man. as you are placed gently into the light, fig, you feel something pressed into your hand. if you still have one. otherwise it's slipped into your pocket. it feels small - whatever it is, you know it is important.
there's a single guitar riff, a series of electronic beeping, and then suddenly, the world goes teal again, revealing a final text box that says: ]
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the nexialist stares at you for a very long time. in fact, it stares at you so long that the monster manages to swipe the both of you up into the air with its terrible, pixelated, sharp, sharp claws, gouging in scratches into flesh. you see britney's face above you and wonder if this is the last thing you'll see before you die.
and then the nexialist creature reaches out and touches the monster with one ominus, long hand. the surroundings rumble - your entire screen, your entire world, goes black.
and then you wake up! when you wake up, you find yourselves bloodied and exhausted, but standing in... a church? ]
[ there is no music or overly bright 90s sound here. behind you, there are no doors. in front of you stands only nexialist, and the figure in the holy light in the center of the room, which spins slowly as if on display. it is some kind of lizard creature avatar.
in the back of the room, just beyond the translucent walls that signify normally another place to walk, there are many, many more figures in white, wearing the same creepy red mask as nexialist. there are SO many of them, filling up all the space beyond the room, and they appear to also be in the chat room. ]
Nexialist1: Behold the lord and savior.
Nexialist2: Behold the lord and savior.
Nexialist3: Behold the lord and savior.
Nexialist4: Behold the lord and savior.
[ nexialist says nothing, but the chat box glows. and should you click upon it: ]
Nexialist: This world is my home and creation. I possess all. I have saved you from the creature, and I will save you from this world.
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WELL this is horrifying! hooray! staring for a bit and then over at Fig. this kinda seems like some Hell shit so she might have insight. ]
Can we negotiate on the blood sacrifice part of this?
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Riz, if we need to sacrifice someone, you can sacrifice me. And then I'll try to figure stuff out on the other side and send you info.
[the lizard man... if only she knew what lizard love sounded like, she could play it now.]
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Nexialist: There is no negotiation with The World.
Nexialist: A blood toll is due.
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[ sorry he is just not gonna agree to that! absolutely not! ]
Can we get some details on this?
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[points at one of the figures in white. eh? eh? maybe?]
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Nexialist1: We are dead and have already died
Nexialist2: We are the ghosts of the machine
Nexialist3: We are dead and have already died
Nexialist4: We are the ghosts of the machine
[ the red masked, black clothed figure continues to regard them impassively. the spinning lizard man continues to slowly spin. ]
Nexialist: What is there to discuss? Choose.
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[ YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU'RE GETTING FOR THE BEEF.
pointing at the Lizard Man. ]
That guy.
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Nexialist: The lizard has already been conquered. You may each provide a partial sacrifice. One of you can be completely sacrificed.
Nexialist: Or you can attempt to sacrifice me. But I am all powerful. I am the World. I will decimate you.
Nexialist: It is your choice.
[ up to you kids ]
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Split it?
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Split it. Fuck it.
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Nexialist: The sacrifice shall be made.
[ the chat begins to fill with the same phrase over and over and over. the two of you feel, all at once - a horrible, grinding pain, the sudden blindingly bright loss of two limbs, or other major body parts (ie: eyes, tails, etc) or two senses, or any combination of those things, as long as it is two each. it is agonizing as these things are very suddenly removed from your avatars, from your bodies, and you feel every nerve and synapse light up with your suffering. let me know what you pick! (and remember, your injuries do get healed upon a new loop.)
but at the end, you feel dizzy, and you realize that the strange white clothed cult members have swarmed the two of you, and lift you towards the spinning lizard man. as you are placed gently into the light, fig, you feel something pressed into your hand. if you still have one. otherwise it's slipped into your pocket. it feels small - whatever it is, you know it is important.
there's a single guitar riff, a series of electronic beeping, and then suddenly, the world goes teal again, revealing a final text box that says: ]
LOGGING OUT...THANK YOU FOR PLAYING!
[ and that's it!! YAY ]
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