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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.

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The grass has already woven itself around your arms and legs to strap them down...but then you're not even fighting anyway. Some of it pierces your flesh, as the bit creeping up your shoulder has done, working its way deep within. The ground around you is soaked with blood, and the flowers - they are much larger than they were before.

You have 1 Perseverance...are you going to just give up? Or will you use that to fight for your life?

[faintly, raven can hear himself screaming in his own head to fight, but his body feels so lethargic... is it better to just give up? what hope does he have of surviving, anyway?]

[with a gasp, he suddenly thrashes against the grass, struggling as hard as he can, trying to tear the grass away from him]

You don't have the strength to escape, it's a pointless endeavour. The grass grows excessively long to meet you, and every blade of it you laid on works its way into your flesh...

Almost. You fight. It might be pathetic, inelegant, just desperation, but somehow you manage to escape its grasp, tear just enough away to get out of the field. Though it still reaches out after you until you're well out of its reach.

As you do, you cross painting, large enough it's nearly life-sized, almost as wide as your arm span. You could grab it on your way.

[gasping and panting, raven manages to stumble his way out of the range of the grass. he ends up tumbling a few times, hitting the ground hard, but eventually he's free. with a hiss, he rips out the remaining blades of grass and angrily throws them back into the field.

...

he stares at the portrait for a few moments]

"My mother groaned; my father wept. Into the dangerous world I leapt..."

[he will pick up the painting and try to carry it out]

You're such a nerd. But it earns a response?

Bound and weary I thought best
To sulk upon my mothers breast.

There's almost a laugh in the voice this time. Huh. But you manage to pick the painting up and - it's video game logic, you can totally carry that around just fine. It's just in your pocket now, don't worry about it.

[oh, that's new... that voice sounds familiar.

raven will leave and go back to the cave, if he can]

You just keep hearing it in every room, weird

Vergil's heart game r3

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