ROUND 1

[idolpro]

[ The room is BRIGHT YELLOW, as all the rooms you will enter are. Black tiles make up the floor, changing to your unit's color when pressure is placed on them. There is a button in the very center of the room standing on a podium; it's slightly smaller than palm-sized.]

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Hallucinations - Joker cw eye trauma, mouth sewn shut, screws in the skull

[idolpro]

Rise up.

Break your chains.

Do it.

You can, can’t you?

Or maybe - just maybe, you don’t want to. You were such a fool, weren’t you? A kid who wanted to change the world, to make things better, to make society something worth being proud of - you shot for the moon,

and you missed completely. But really, did you ever want any of that? Everything you told your friends, your closest confidants - everything you believed with all of your heart and soul - you’d like to say they stripped it away from you, that he took your will and autonomy and dreams away from you, but the truth is now as clear to you as the pain of the white hot brand that sears the skin and flesh on your back and marks you as Hell’s:

You always wanted this, and you were a fool to have ever resisted. It’s wonderful, isn’t it? To belong, to know that you’re taken care of, so long as you fall in line and play your role? To know that you don’t have to think about how society is unfair anymore. To know that you know longer have to fight. This is what everyone else always felt, all that time. You were so wrong to try and change any of it. You know that, now.

It took only the briefest moment for you to come to that realization - the thorned collar set upon your neck, digging into your throat - that filled you with peace and joy and the knowledge that your “freedom” was nothing more than a child’s foolish dream. It took only the briefest moment for you to beg for more, to lose yourself to his mercy. To be owned.

The iron strikes your eyes, and you lose the ability to see.

This is fine, you tell yourself. You don’t need to see. He will lead you.

Your mouth is sewn shut, and you lose the ability to speak.

This is fine, you tell yourself. You don’t need to speak. He will speak for you.

Body, mind and soul, you are utterly devoted. And you always will be. This is fine - you don’t need to tell yourself that. You know it’s fine, and that’s why you smile as you take your last glimpse of your friends and unit when the mask is almost too gently placed upon your face, screws riveting into your skull.

Re: Hallucinations - Joker cw eye trauma, mouth sewn shut, screws in the skull

[idolpro]

Take 3 or more punishment, at least 1 from each:

Physical:
> Burned eyes, unable to see
> Mouth sewn shut
> Screws in skull

Non-Physical:
> Complete devotion to someone
> General obedience
> +1 Asmodeus worship