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Heart Game: Intensity (Turn 5)
In the beginning, there is nothing but darkness and silence. A sleep that gives no rest but one out of necessity in order to keep functioning. Behind closed eyelids, the numbers of a clock tick down - one painstaking second at a time.
TIME UNTIL REBOOT:
And then you wake up.
As you shift to a standing position, you feel something sharp and pointed press against your side. Digging into the nearest pocket, you will find two small puzzle pieces. And from their odd shape, it looks like they would fit into a 3D spherical puzzle. Odd. You've never seen them before, but you do get a sense that these are a currency of some sort. Spend them wisely!
Game start.
And then you wake up.
As you shift to a standing position, you feel something sharp and pointed press against your side. Digging into the nearest pocket, you will find two small puzzle pieces. And from their odd shape, it looks like they would fit into a 3D spherical puzzle. Odd. You've never seen them before, but you do get a sense that these are a currency of some sort. Spend them wisely!
Game start.
Death-T Room - cw: blood; death; gore
And for obvious reasons.
In the center of the room lies one (1) very dead Intensity, lifeless eyes staring at the ceiling as a spear is stabbed straight through his chest. The spear is tagged 'Day 47'. Before he expired, it seems Intensity attempted to write a message -- in his blood of course. Dramatic person that he is.
Losing means death.
On a long concrete table lining the hallway, there are trinkets and items all lined up neatly in a row. They are tagged and on display on stands and in cases as if they were museum pieces:
As you take in the room around you, you swear that you can feel something watching you from the shadows.
There are two exits: [ In front of you and behind you ]
[[ Mechanic: For every comment you make in this room, roll a 1d10. If you roll 1-3, please ping the Heart Runner. You do not have to do this if Kaiba is in the room with you. ]]
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What's up with this one?
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reveal your secrets, bone ring]
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Anyway. Boss meet Lilith. Lilith - Boss. I'm glad we had this little chat. ]
Oh, the True Darkness knows who I am. I'm flattered. And same. I was hoping for a location a little more suited to my tastes.
"We're both disappointed then. I don't much find prematurity charming, really. And I was hoping for a man a little smarter than. Well."
A fair and solid blow to my pride. I guess I'll have to make it up to you somehow. Come to take your pound of flesh? From those of us that still have anything left to give.
"If you can afford to leave things like that, then there won't be any need from me."
And if that were the case, then you wouldn't be here. So should I be grateful as well as flattered?
"You aren't so important, dear. I just happen to be in the neighborhood. But I'll do a favor for your motley crew just this once - and we can say you owe me one. How about it?"
You drive a hard bargain. That is to say I have little if any bargaining power of my own. So sure. What's adding a favor to our gracious Lady Death on top of everything else that's happened today?
"Pleasure doing business with you."
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HE SHOULD GIVE INTENSITY THE HARDEST OF NOOGIES WHEN THIS IS OVER.
SO MANY WEDGIES IN YOUR FUTURE.
and also just. ugh. ugh.]
You're such a goddamned hypocrite.
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[ You have 2 comments remaining before Kaiba leaves. ]
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[but ugh. ok.
...
gonna be gross and scribble in blood next to the Losing mean death: or you just need to be stronger next time
there. now he's satisfied.
... wiping off the blood on the corpse. LOOK, BETRAYAL 2.0 HAS NUMBED HIM.]
Okay, let's go.
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And just laughs at the additional message. ]
How quaint.
[ And he heads for the next door ]
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