ROUND 1

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[ 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 - Talon, cw bone breaking mention

[idolpro]

When they found a corpse floating down the river, they didn't give you a chance.

Of course you would be responsible, they said—your unit killed people outside of games, after all. But that wasn't a decision that you made—no one who made that decision was even on the unit anymore—so why were you being blamed for it? Why is it that you were being judged for that? Why didn't they even give you a chance?

That's all you wanted—to be treated without such bias—but they called you a murderer. Somehow, they knew—everyone did—about how you were raised by your mother, about how you were an assassin before. WILD CITY is full of murderers—just look at Talon, they said.

If that's how they're going to treat you, then fine—you don't need them, either. You don't need anyone but your unit—they're the only ones that will trust you, the only ones that won't look to you first like you're a villain. In any case, to these people you'll always be the villain—so fine, you'll be the villain. You'll be whatever, as long as you're the hero for WILD CITY; you'll protect them just as they protected you.

In the next game, you pull through for a grim victory for your unit: in exchange for half the city having broken bones and punctured lungs, you manage to save your family from that same exact fate. You saved them.

You do it again. Then, you do it again—and every time it's worse and worse but every time you can't stand the thought of letting your unitmates get those punishments so you save them, again and again, again and again, until people start to shy away from you in fear. It feels good at first—good, they won't mess with your unit anymore—but then you find yourself cornered in another round of Betrayal, and those who were afraid of you—those who called you murderer—corner you, and they collapse the room around you, crushing your leg and arm.

You're trapped—just you, in this small space, with a little mirror.

You look down to the mirror—in the dim light of your dying cell phone, you see your mother smiling back at you in approval.

—You've grown up to be a fine assassin, her lips read.

Re: Hallucinations - Talon, cw bone breaking mention

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

Physical:
> Punctured lungs
> Broken bones
> Crushed arm or leg

Non-Physical:
> Fear of small spaces
> Lack of empathy
> Desire to be noticed/desire to be seen