Flowers of Heaven: BAD END=DEAD END
You feel something metallic nudge your ankle.
Don't be alarmed, but it seems that there are a number of round, spike-covered bombs with equally spiky legs now gathering at your feet. They all vibrate and glow intermittently, like they’re moments from exploding. Despite this, they’re seemingly quite friendly and burble and whistle at you cheerfully, herding you towards an arched doorway that has opened in the thick brambles and leads to a winding path beyond.
Once you cross through, a gate closes behind you, and the voices of your fellow idols fade from your ears. It seems as if you’re on your own, now.
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Here, the brambles that surround your path are intermingled with barbed wire, which seems to grow as naturally as the thorns themselves.
It seems that the friendly(?) little bombs are carrying some things for you: a collection of sixteen different flowers, a small lantern of blue flame, and a wreath woven from blooming aconite, gorse, and hollyhock.
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Don't be alarmed, but it seems that there are a number of round, spike-covered bombs with equally spiky legs now gathering at your feet. They all vibrate and glow intermittently, like they’re moments from exploding. Despite this, they’re seemingly quite friendly and burble and whistle at you cheerfully, herding you towards an arched doorway that has opened in the thick brambles and leads to a winding path beyond.
Once you cross through, a gate closes behind you, and the voices of your fellow idols fade from your ears. It seems as if you’re on your own, now.
Here, the brambles that surround your path are intermingled with barbed wire, which seems to grow as naturally as the thorns themselves.
It seems that the friendly(?) little bombs are carrying some things for you: a collection of sixteen different flowers, a small lantern of blue flame, and a wreath woven from blooming aconite, gorse, and hollyhock.

IN-CHARACTER RULES
Included, too, is a list of sixteen flowers, each with an associated meaning.
THE FIRST OBSTACLE
The ambulatory bombs go into a flurry of distressed activity at the sight... and then they pass you the collection of flowers, the lantern of blue flame, and the wreath.
Make your choices.
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There it is.
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[Why do games seem to not understand I'm dumb]
... So don't burn our own flowers...? Or do we have t burn em?
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Jay is in the wreathe.
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The fire has an unnatural feeling to it; when it leaps to the brambles blocking your path, they aren't so much burned as unmade.
And the path carries on. ]
THE SECOND OBSTACLE
You're not sure how long you've been walking when you reach the stone doors. They have a heavy, ancient look to them, and are inset into an equally ancient-looking stone wall. At the center of the doors is what is probably a pair of massive handles... but they're densely overgrown with wickedly thorny briar roses which grow up along the stone, reaching even over the top of the wall.
The ambulatory bombs look upon the doors mournfully, inspecting them for any way to pull away briars, but it seems beyond their ability. Once again, they offer the blue-flame lantern, the collection of flowers, and the wreath: something must be sacrificed.
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So.]
Too bad we can't throw three votes behind Gorse.
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scythe is wearing the crown.
oh also the stats
LiliS: 12.5%
sensitIV: 25%
pep!pep!: 8.33%
BAD END=DEAD END: 0%
Taisho Roman Revolution: 0%
☆ZRAEL: 7.14%
future is now: 8.33%
WILD CITY: 12.50%
Heart Soldier Senshi: 10%
AlcheME!: 12.50%
avante en garde: 16.67%
BARiTONES: 0%
░░░░░░: 50%
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The fire has an unnatural feeling to it; when it leaps to the roses twining around the handles of the door, they aren't so much burned as unmade.
And the path carries on. ]
@JAY
THE THIRD OBSTACLE
The doors set into the wall were golden, once, like the trellises you passed earlier on your path, but the doors here stand grimy and unpolished, dripping with that same sort of tarry grime you might recall from the fountain.
Can flame really take care of this…? But it seems at least the creatures accompanying you think so.
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... Hhhhuh.
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The Gorse flower bursts into vivid blue flame, and is gone.
....So, Scythe, were you still wearing that crown?
The bomb-bots go into something of a panic at first, but then they notice: the gates are now partially aflame with that same blue fire.
They indicate to you, somehow speaking directly to your minds, that just one flower will be enough, at this point, to make it the rest of the way. ]
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LiliS: 25%
sensitIV: 43.75%
pep!pep!: 33.33%
BAD END=DEAD END: 25%
Taisho Roman Revolution: 25%
☆ZRAEL: 41.67%
future is now: 41.67%
WILD CITY: 37.5%
Heart Soldier Senshi: 70%
AlcheME!: 25%
avante en garde: 57.14%
BARiTONES: 25%
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PRE-ENDGAME
To your left is a gate of ivory, polished to a shine so bright that it refracts a brilliant rainbow of chaotic light.
To your right is a gate of twisting black horn, beautiful and unapologetically fierce-looking.
Between them and a bit further back is a gate of pure white flame. Even from here you can feel the searing, purifying heat of it.
Which gate do you take? Each of you may choose separately, if you wish; you feel instinctively that, whatever the significance of this choice, if indeed it means anything at all, it has no bearing on your connection with your unit. ]
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