[ 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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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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