Week four

[letsplayamod]

Two more of your fellow gods, your companions, your friends, have met their end together. As you turn in for the night, and a new week dawns upon you, it's starting to be a bitter experience. Just how much of this will you be forced to take?

But all isn't just despair. The morning is brighter than the last. The storm clouds that previously plagued almost every day have dissipated, and this week brings plenty of sun and a friendlier breeze. Not to mention, another floor of this strange temple has revealed itself. Whatever lies within is your domain, not Typhon's. Keep it tight in your grasp, because you never know when you'll lose it.

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Comments

[catsgothistongue]

[Heck yeah, lets clown on the god bull bestie]

Pssh! Watch him offer to rewrite two regrets, for two deaths to sweeten the deal.

[guysmaybedonttempthimorgivehimideas]

[sweetsynergy]

Two deaths, two temporal paradoxes, one hostage, that's his final offer.

[catsgothistongue]

How ever could anyone pass up such a hard bargain?

[four people are dead jim]

[sweetsynergy]

Only by having pattern recognition and basic common sense!

[Four people are dead, and they're not closer to beating Typhon than before.]

[catsgothistongue]

[It's fine, this is a healthy way to deal with that conundrum!]

Sounds to me like he needs to go back to the drawin' board, then.

[Surely no one would be gullible to go for Week 3's Motive: Electric Boogaloo.]

[sweetsynergy]

Oh, maybe that's the issue. No writing utensils capable of standing up to those big meaty claws he calls fingers.

[Imagine sourcing pens that size.]

Trying to brainstorm his little plots and just snap snap snap. Tragic, really.

[catsgothistongue]

[Snort!]

You're assumin' too much thinking he's fully capable of brainstorming ideas. Didn't know you thought that highly of him.

[sweetsynergy]

I'm assuming he'd try, not that he'd be anywhere close to competent at it.

[ig... ignore that at least two people have bitten onto his bait already]