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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.
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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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He swallows. Wets his dry mouth. ]
Sh...she said it. Didn't she? Death.
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... Death as in the reaper, or...
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[She hates a little bit that this apparently needs clarification.]
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[ Welp. Might as well just burn this bridge immediately!!!! ]
It that hard to imagine, with us all...talkin' about gods, that Death could be a real, thinkin' entity? One that's got a...a plan, for each and every person, everyone born into the world?
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Well, It does, alright? And it already got me. So 'scuse me if I'm a little- wound up, right now.
[ Fine. He'll be the freak again. Screw it, what does he care? ]
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...That doesn't seem that strange at all.
[like maybe objectively, but
today is already so goddamn weird?]
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Some relief floods Alex. Not a lot, but some. ]
Thank you.
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no no that's the fifth movie with the bridge]Aaaaaah. Gotcha.
[nod nod. congrats alex you got one person to believe you]
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cough. ]
Y-yeah.
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We- we don't have to be...on guard, every second. What the fuck.
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[ the word he's looking for is fursona but tragically alex is not online enough to know that in 2001 ]
I-it's not, like, physical. It just influences the world and like...things like that.
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[He says with great interest.]
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...So, really...who can say if they're there or not.
[ He doesn't see Death! But, like, he does. It's complicated. ]
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so it's... odd, to hear what you're explaining.
[He doesn't like it!]
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