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Vergil's heart game r2
You feel weak, your body won't move no matter how you try, and you are falling, away from everything you know and love. Away from everything you need to accomplish. If you could just reach out, maybe you could hold on to it, claw your way back. But it's a useless endeavour, you fall unconscious, and your mind goes blank except for poetry and a familiar voice.
O mother Enitharmon, wilt thou bring forth other sons?
To cause my name to vanish, that my place may not be found,
For I am faint with travail,
Like the dark cloud disburden'd in the day of dismal thunder.
My roots are brandish'd in the heavens, my fruits in earth beneath
Surge, foam and labour into life, first born and first consum'd!
Consumed and consuming!
Then why shouldst thou, accursed mother, bring me into life?
You wake on the ground in a cave, cold, wet, and sticky. It smells of rotting flesh. Your objective is clear, but you can't recall a name or face. Nothing else about your memory of him is changed, but for some reason the name "Vergil" just won't come to you, and you couldn't describe how he looks if your life depended on it. But at least your body starts to respond to your will, slowly regaining enough strength to carry on.
To cause my name to vanish, that my place may not be found,
For I am faint with travail,
Like the dark cloud disburden'd in the day of dismal thunder.
My roots are brandish'd in the heavens, my fruits in earth beneath
Surge, foam and labour into life, first born and first consum'd!
Consumed and consuming!
Then why shouldst thou, accursed mother, bring me into life?
You wake on the ground in a cave, cold, wet, and sticky. It smells of rotting flesh. Your objective is clear, but you can't recall a name or face. Nothing else about your memory of him is changed, but for some reason the name "Vergil" just won't come to you, and you couldn't describe how he looks if your life depended on it. But at least your body starts to respond to your will, slowly regaining enough strength to carry on.
Re: PETRIFIED FIELD
Well, I don't know what to tell you, man...but it happens the exact same way again.
This time when you wake, though, you hear a voice. Unfortunately it's reciting poetry just like every other time you hear it, but...
If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.
Re: PETRIFIED FIELD
[ He doesn't enjoy dying and he especially doesn't enjoy doing it in such a way. But here's the thing - doing it twice, and even having a voice call him out on it, simply proof that there aren't lasting consequences for doing so beyond, well. Painfully dying in a horrible way that he's not going to forget anytime soon!
And he's noticed that book caught on his spike. He might not give a shit, but [REDACTED] does. So he'll try again, this time, doing his best to reach and grab that book before falling asleep and dying horribly again ]
Re: PETRIFIED FIELD
This time...you feel a little sleepy, but it's easy enough to fight through. Third time's the charm?
But the moment you touch the book, you find yourself somewhere else entirely.