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Lucifel's Ideal World, v.1

—The world is ugly, he once declared.

Chaos is inevitable in this world. Pure good can’t be achieved, and pure evil breaks down. And these two extremes are always incompatible with each other. There is still some evil in a good world. That is how the world is, and it is what continues to create ugly things. Evil sneers at good, and good rages over evil. But, in a world where good and evil oppose each other, there is a group that is far more numerous that always appears.

That is ‘grey’. Neither good nor evil. A group that drifts through life haphazardly and merely exists. They don’t believe in goodness and are simply proud that they aren’t evil. Even though they affirm evil acts, they deny evil intentions. They happily say that ‘I am not evil, I am a good person’ and pardon all forms of cruelty.

They kill people while sneering. They kill people out of contempt. They kill people as part of a game. They use the excuse that they can’t restrain their desires—That’s how humans are. That’s how the world is.

Yes—this world is extremely ugly. Neither dyed by good nor fallen into evil. Unable to decide on a color, the wills of people continue to waver. As long as such evil intentions and such foul-smelling corpses aren’t destroyed.

The world will surely continue to rot eternally.

While wrapped within a curse-like fog in darkness frozen to its core.

He thus concluded.

Powers are off.
Corruptions are off.
Carry-on Weapons are not available.
Other carry-on items are available.

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[ Your phone is no longer able to be accessed beyond the instructions, which hold the following: ]

No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.

Convince Lucifel to leave his ideal world, make him lose all of his WILL, or corrupt the world, making it no longer ideal.
Your greatest opponent will be Lucifel himself.
The War has already begun.

[ Scroll farther down and you'll find one more instruction, or rather, a choice: ]

CHOOSE YOUR WEAPON:
Knights
Cavalry

[ Upon selection, the options disappear, leaving behind the following cards and supplementary information: ]

Welcome to this humble dream.

In this dream, violence and death are prohibited. All altercations are instead handled through the following system:
You are granted 5 WILL and 9 cards to in battle, with each card used once per battle. One card is used per turn, per player.
Your cards are determined by your choice: Knights or Cavalry. You receive three of each class, one of each color within that class.
Every card played is tied to WILL. You may only play as many cards as you have WILL.

Determine who takes the first turn. Those with higher WILL go first automatically. If there is a tie, the person that goes first is determined by a coin flip.
The first shall declare battle with their card. WILL is associated with this card.
The second shall declare battle with their card. WILL is associated with this card.
Should the second card overpower the first, the first player will lose the WILL associated with their card.
The first player shall declare reinforcements in their second turn. Should their card overpower the second player's card, the second player will lose the WILL associated with their card.
The second player shall declare reinforcements in their second turn. Should their card overpower the first player's card, the first player will lose the WILL associated with their card.
The battle continues until either side forfeits, or when one side loses all playable WILL, or when one side has used all playable cards.

Should a preceding card overpower the succeeding card, WILL is not lost on either side.
Should both cards tie, both sides will lose the WILL associated with their card. The field is wiped clean of all previous cards, and any WILL that is not lost is returned to the player to be re-used. However, cards cannot be reused.
Exact matches in class will be determined by color. Exact matches in color are declared to be ties.

When a battle is ended, all WILL lost by the one who forfeits will be granted to their opponent. Standing WILL, or WILL that was not lost during the match, is returned to the player.
Lose all WILL and you will succumb to the world. However, there is nothing to be afraid of. In loss, there is something to be gained.

Knights vs Knights:
SABER beats LANCER.
LANCER beats ARCHER.
ARCHER beats SABER.

Cavalry vs Cavalry:
CASTER beats ASSASSIN.
ASSASSIN beats RIDER.
RIDER beats CASTER.

Knights vs Cavalry:
RED beats BLUE.
BLUE beats GREEN.
GREEN beats RED.
Please, by all means, enjoy your time and sleep well. I look forward to seeing you.

Edited 2020-08-06 07:05 (UTC)

[ hhhhhhhh

select: cavalry ]

[....well then.]

[Cavalry]

[ On the back of each card is a short descriptor of their card; SABER cards will have the SABER description, etc. ]

Knights
SABER: Those who do battle using swords. This card is weak to ARCHER but strong to LANCER.
ARCHER: Those who do battle using projectiles. This card is weak to LANCER but is strong to SABER.
LANCER: Those who do battle using polearms. This card is weak to SABER but is strong to ARCHER.

Cavalry
CASTER: Those who do battle using magic. This card is weak to RIDER but is strong to ASSASSIN.
RIDER: Those who do battle on a mount. This card is weak to ASSASSIN but is strong to CASTER.
ASSASSIN: Those who do battle in the shadows. This card is weak to CASTER but is strong to RIDER.

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BERSERKER: Those who lose their minds to battle. This card always wins to the preceding card and collects all WILL left on the field, but will always lose to the card succeeding it. Do not use outside of battle.
RULER: Those who preside over battle. This card will always tie with the succeeding card, save for one exception.

Edited 2020-08-06 05:07 (UTC)

[ Upon selection, a white-and-blue light blooms in front of you, producing a handful of cards. There are nine: ]

[ Your phone reflects further instructions, and behind every card you can see a description. ]

[ . . . ]

[ It seems the very last card is stuck to another card; the light that fades from this card is black-and-purple. ]

[ This card feels different from the others, somehow. You know, instinctively, that you may only use this card once. ]

[ Upon selection, a white-and-blue light blooms in front of you, producing a handful of cards. There are nine: ]

[ This card feels different from the others, somehow. You know, instinctively, that you may only use this card once. ]

—You could not think of yourself as anything more than ugly.

In human terms, you were aware—by sole virtue of your likeness to your brother alone, and by sole virtue of the praises you were given—you were aware, yes, that this appearance was acceptable. Even with your scars and your marks, your blemished skin, some would even go so far as to call you beautiful—

But you could not say the same for yourself. Beyond what was skin-deep, beyond your outer appearance, you could feel with disgust the blood that coursed through your veins; the faint, unpleasant pulse against your forehead and the back of your skull; skin touching skin, thin packaging for the flesh and meat underneath; the strain of your eyes; the beat of your heart, thudding so loudly you could hear it behind your ears; your lungs as they pumped desperately; the beads of sweat on your brow that only grew with the pain; your throat and lips parched, a terrible reminder of the single need your body still has left. You still remember the lesser need—you still remember how your stomach twisted and craved, how the offending organ threatened to eat itself alive if you didn't find sustenance, how your traitorous mouth would grow moist to the thought of entertaining the demands of your greedy body just for a few hours of peace only to start all over again before the sun even made much headway through the sky. That hateful need, that base instinct—if you never had to consume another thing besides air and pure water again in your lifetime it would still be too soon.

In this cage that you so deeply resented, of course you could not stand to endure another humiliation. If only it was painful—then perhaps you could grin and bear it, but this was no injury; it was only insult. The white, white wings that sprouted from your back—you did not need to be told its likeness resembled the silhouettes of the heavenly messengers; your silhouette reminded you just fine—they weighed heavy on you, yet beyond the initial growth which you hardly remember there was yet to be very much pain whatsoever.

If it were painful, then you could say, "This is painful," and be understood; but it was not, and you could not. The pain was in your heart, in your sense of self; you could never call this body beautiful, nor could you ever understand this body to be anything beyond ugly, but now it was, to you, grotesque—and more than anything, you knew. Not one person would understand.

When you returned you spent a long time in front of the mirror, dragging your fingers through to pluck and tear—not pointlessly, of course.

You only needed enough to grip, so that when you took the sword to your back, you could have a better handle on the invading appendages—so that you could hold them properly when the blade went down.

[ When you open your eyes, you find yourself floating in a sea of nothingness. To call it a pitch-black void would be ignorant of the fact that you can see yourself, as though your body produced its own light—yet, despite your surprising visibility, you'll find yourself lacking in color, as though someone ran you through Grayscale.

You only need to wish for it—then you may leave this void.

What do you think of?

A place of comfort?

A place of familiarity?

Somewhere, anywhere, far away from this place? ]

[ knights. ]

[ Upon selection, a white-and-blue light blooms in front of you, producing a handful of cards. There are nine: ]

[ This card feels different from the others, somehow. You know, instinctively, that you may only use this card once. ]

[ the void is very comfortable actually. she is chill with the void.

but... well, she has to do something here, after all. what she'd wish for... something she knows. something familiar. ]

[ is there an option d ]

[ You stand in Tokyo-F. . . or, maybe not.

It's certainly modern Tokyo of some sort; the skyline is different, insofar as government buildings are completely missing—the Game Tower, for example, is just gone from your sight—and while there are a few tall business buildings, they seem to be for malls and shopping centres and areas of business. Otherwise, the only other tall buildings seem to be for residents . . .

. . . Of which there are many. This might be Tokyo, but this isn't Imeeji's Tokyo—there are people everywhere, bustling and chattering as they walk around, or in some cases, bike around. There's strangely no sight of cars anywhere about, nor any indication that cars even really exist—there aren't any parking lots or garages, for example.

Well, it's. . . time to explore?

You see a path running snaking down to the ocean cliffside, as well as to a house nearby it.

From the distance, you can see what seems like a snow-capped hill, with a bright light. ]

[ You enter the world of light and color. ]

[ you could just float in the void forever. that is an option D.

but what are you thinking about? where do you want to go? ]

[ oh...

well, there's something that seems lovely about the ocean cliffside. she'll head that way. ]

[That is. A lot of feelings and this is a lot of weird, but there is a goal. People were asleep. They needed to wake up. It was something to focus on because the rest of this is wild.]

[...people needed to wake. So they were stuck asleep.]

[The void is not terrible. Disconcerting, but not so bad he can't think. The person had to be asleep.]

[So a place of comfort. He focuses on going there.]

[ she will probably float in the void for a while.

but: somewhere with purpose. ]

[ You stand at a white-capped hill with a bright light. Something is at the top, there—something with purpose. Something that would grant you purpose.

As you climb to the top of the hill, you realize—it is not snow that caps the land here, but rather, an impossibly large field of white flowers. There are hundreds here—no, surely thousands—and as you step through, you see the flowers spring back up as though they were never stepped on at all. These flowers are varied for the most part in terms of species—poppies and daisies are plentiful, as are anemones—but the lion's share of flowers are the roses. ]

[ You enter the world of light and color. ]

[ You stand in front of a Japanese-style house. Though quaint, small in size, you can sense the liveliness; even if you couldn't sense it, you could surely smell it in the air, the scent of cooked food wafting through the open screen door and into the open air.

There is a small garden and a pool, and river stones line the paths from your feet to the house.

Beyond this place are trees and other houses, ultimately leading to what seems to be the city. If you were to take the opposite road, you could go to the ocean cliffside.

From the distance, you can see what seems like a snow-capped hill, with a bright light. ]

[ You enter the world of light and color. ]

[ You reach the cliffside by the ocean; the seasalt affronts your senses, overwhelming in the scent and yet bearable all the same. The waves crash under you, pulling from the rocks to retreat and start over again.

A man sits on a bench nearby, large sketchpad in hand as he paints; he's engrossed in his work, desperately moving his brush as though if he moved it fast enough he could catch the wave before it returned to the sea.

You can take the path from the cliffside down to the city. From here, you can see the path splitting off to a house as well. . .

From the distance, you can see what seems like a snow-capped hill, with a bright light. ]

[ You go to the cliffside. ]

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