[ 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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[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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