Heart Game: Hurricane - Run 1

[idolpro]

[At first, all is still; all is silent.]

[The only light is the light from your phone, where a checklist has taken over the screen. It reads:]

___ Make a change
___ Repair something
___ Protect something
___ Find the True Heart
___ Survive

[Then the light comes up, bright, and then brighter, and you are in…]

Comments

[offontherightfoot]

I have no history with the production. I am dead and rotting, likely, in the place where I came from.

I do not care for the sky, or what it brings. What will it do, kill more? I can fill my church with the rest of them.

[firstworldproblem]

Why would you want to fill your church with the dead?!!

[offontherightfoot]

They are my flock. They are my people. They are the regrets he has, stashed away where he will not see them.

[There is a mad light in the man's eyes; he tips his head up toward the sky.]

When they kill you, do not worry. I will take your corpse, too.

[firstworldproblem]

Your people should not be your regret. Do not group me with you and yours. My soul is bound to another. One actually worth of Grace.

[With a violent shake of his head, he looks at the sky and attempts to return to the Hangar knowing full well he's going to have to deal with that every step of the way.]

[offontherightfoot]

[Every step of the way, indeed. Back to San Fran, and roll me two Dex rolls to evade when you get there.]

[offontherightfoot]

[The voice on the intercom says:]

Countdown complete.

[Like the words are a cue, they descend: the sky itself splits apart, and there in the center are glimpses of some other place, the deep churning red of a raw wound.]

[They pour forth by the dozens: narrow ones with claws and whiplike tails, and slick black ones covered in eyes, and ones that look like vanilla pudding, gelatinous and milky, the internal structures visible through the skin.]

[They just keep coming, each new form stranger and more horrific than the last.]

[They're heading for you, and the closer they come, the better you can hear them. There are strange, hissing whispers at the back of your mind.]

[Roll a Wis check.]

[firstworldproblem]

[21! He already hears whispers. Or used to. But that sure is a lot.]

[offontherightfoot]

[Your whisper experience serves you well; your mind holds up well]