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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.
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... Hhhhuh.
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taking his flower crown off]
Jay?
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[he corrects.]
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You feelin' ok?
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In the meantime, let's vote for Gorse again.
Maybe Oak too.
I'll be nice and let you pick the last one.
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[indicating the crown]
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I just want to know.
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Know what?
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[he sees that burst.
and well, that's mildly disheartening.]
Nevermind. Looks like we got the answer.
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Wh... we didn't even vote?? Did someone figure out how t'fuckin cheat?
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Maybe we should boycott voting.
Show us disrespect, we disrespect back, or somethin'?
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I feel more relaxed, if anything.
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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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Eh??