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Vergil's heart game r5
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.
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You have 3 Perseverance, you'll have to spend 1 to get yourself free.
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The others start to notice and congregate.
You have 2 Perseverance, you'll have to spend 1 to escape it.
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spending the perseverance!
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But the others have moved into formation now. They rush you all at once, and they certainly know what they're doing. Not only individually as clearly well versed fighters, but in working together, as if they can communicate with one another wordlessly. They're organised and one will even sacrifice itself to allow another an opening.
The leaders use magic electricity bursts from their swords, the soldiers hunker down to block with their near-impenetrable shields.
You have 1 Perseverance, you'll have to spend 1 to kill each group - 2 total... That doesn't add up, does it.
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if they would be!
can she watch them die with a like dimensional viewing or something
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They land in the field. But the grass doesn't react to them at all. They're just metal, they don't have blood.
There's someone else there though, and they're starting to turn their attention to him...