Red velvet curtains pull to the sides of a proscenium arch. On stage, a milleau of human-sized puppets are operated by a bevy of strings above, in movements sometimes jerky, sometimes smooth. They seem magnificently life-like, the uncanniness of their movements aside. But still, they do not acknowledge you as you pass through, and if you cut their strings they fall lifeless to the floor.
Mechanics If you choose to raid the bodies for parts, sensitIV can replace lost limbs here. Or just give themselves extra limbs if they choose to, you know.
[ He takes a look around— the realization that there is yet more of this instantaneous as he recognizes the setting, this place of beauty that was staged only for the sake of bloodshed. He slams a few dramatic chords down on the keys in frustration— again! Again, and again! No level of violence seems to satiate, they are always expecting more and yet more of the bloody banquet. How many rounds have there been? How many more rounds will there be? ]
[ slowly, he pulls himself back to a seated posture. His gaze is fixed down at his head upon the keys, and he is addressing only himself in a quiet voice. This proclamation is private, not one of brassy bravado but a small sprouting of his steeling himself— ]
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THE PUPPET THEATER
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If you choose to raid the bodies for parts, sensitIV can replace lost limbs here. Or just give themselves extra limbs if they choose to, you know.
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Non. I cannot simply give up here.
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He turns from the piano, rising to his feet ]
[ He heads towards the center, leaving behind his beloved arts to prepare for battle ]