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letsplayamurder2025-07-06 02:51 am
letsplayamod) wrote in letsplayamurder2025-07-06 02:51 am
Arrival
The moment is a bit different for everyone. Perhaps you were just minding your own business somewhere, others may have been in more... dire circumstances. Regardless, you were approached by a figure you can't quite picture, and they offered you an accord; in exchange for aiding them in the healing of a world lost to chaos, you would be granted something almost unheard of. Godhood.
And each of you said yes, more or less.
A blurry hand, shifting and rippling, reaches out to you. You feel a glow of warmth, unlike anything you've known before. As soon as you think you can describe it, you wake up.
The room you're in is plainly furnished, but it's about the size of a small flat. Plenty of room to stretch your legs. Don't get too comfortable, however. On the bedside table each room has is a letter; handwritten, it's wrapped around a bronze key. The lettering could only be described as the platonic ideal of 'neat and precise'.
If you are reading this, than our deal has been made. You've awoken in a place that will surely feel strange, so I want you to take some time to acclimate. Meet with the others. Breathe. I shall be along shortly.
-A
Whatever that means becomes more apparent as you step out of your housing and behold the world around you. The building you were in, and every piece of architecture you happen across, is blatantly pre-modern. Yet, something about it is otherworldly. Stone and iron and glass as far as the eye can see.
But above you was where the real questions were. It wouldn't be right to say the sun was shining on you now, nor would it be right to say it's the dead of night. Instead, the sky is a hazy mixture of both, wrapped in suffocating storm clouds that are threatening rain. Everywhere you look, into the horizon, it's the same.
Welcome home. Take your time and explore. Nobody ever said godhood was easy.
And each of you said yes, more or less.
A blurry hand, shifting and rippling, reaches out to you. You feel a glow of warmth, unlike anything you've known before. As soon as you think you can describe it, you wake up.
The room you're in is plainly furnished, but it's about the size of a small flat. Plenty of room to stretch your legs. Don't get too comfortable, however. On the bedside table each room has is a letter; handwritten, it's wrapped around a bronze key. The lettering could only be described as the platonic ideal of 'neat and precise'.
-A
Whatever that means becomes more apparent as you step out of your housing and behold the world around you. The building you were in, and every piece of architecture you happen across, is blatantly pre-modern. Yet, something about it is otherworldly. Stone and iron and glass as far as the eye can see.
But above you was where the real questions were. It wouldn't be right to say the sun was shining on you now, nor would it be right to say it's the dead of night. Instead, the sky is a hazy mixture of both, wrapped in suffocating storm clouds that are threatening rain. Everywhere you look, into the horizon, it's the same.
Welcome home. Take your time and explore. Nobody ever said godhood was easy.
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God did. It's just how it's supposed to be with romance visual novels. The girls you don't pick fade into the background.
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[A lot of those words go right over his head and he needs a sec to process all that, but he's picking up the basic gist.
Visual novel... like one of those romance books he sees girls burying their noses in, but in game form? He's never been the type to care for those stories
cause hes already living in one, too unmanly for his tastes, but he knows the main selling point of those stories is finding out who the guy/girl'll end up with.sound familiar ranma?Meaning...]That's so bullshit. Why can't 'God' [airquoting cause he's still 50/50 on whether its actual god or not] let those chicks go live their lives and find somebody else to fall for? Why do they gotta be erased?
[None of that makes sense to him, and he's a literal rom-com protagonist. He's calmed down, but he's still a tad peeved. He's made up his mind.]
When all this world fixin' nonsense gets wrapped up, tell me where I can find that 'God' creep. I'll give that jerk a piece of my mind.
[Ranma Saotome will fight GOD]
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[Aoi's blank eyes swim briefly with emotion: shame and unease, then when Ranma asks to get in contact with God, she seems...oddly touched.]
Boop boop...Aoi can call God to talk. If I can find my cell phone.
[Good luck punching through the phone, Ranma. Seriously, good luck.]
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[Good because your god fucking sucks Aoi!]
Let me know if you do. I wanna get in a few words with that jackass myself.
[HE WILL FIND A WAY HE HAS THE POWER OF NOT-GOD BUT ANIME ON HIS SIDE]