Game 2 - Rose

[crittersheep]

[A rose shaped crystal rises from the ground. You instinctively know to touch it for Death's Eye to receive your answer.

You are bound to your flock by a thin thread, making it impossible to separate, but you may still answer individually.]

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[finalbows]

<sub>[ ...


this might as well happen. ]

I think I probably ought to have had my right to try and answer this question revoked, by now...</sub>

...

No one.

No one does. Even if I want someone to, it's got nothing to do with what they deserve. It's.. just always sad that anyone has to.

[pleasantmisery]

Aw, Angel Devil, that's so cute!

[finalbows]

Wh-what's so "cute" about it?!

[pleasantmisery]

It's just...so sweet! And nice!

[finalbows]

Please do not call me nice in front of the Death, even if She is currently being puppeted around by a snake like a chariot. I have an image.

[catposting]

You can be pretty nice. And cute.

[finalbows]

I am a destroyer of worlds.

[catposting]

Stuck in a pasture governed by talking sheep.

[finalbows]

_{[ ignoring you both until the death demands more trauma ]}

[wooliefrand]

[Like before, the visions of the loved ones continue to bleed from their necks, pooling the blood up to their ankles. However, their expressions twist into agony, suffering, reaching out for help that will never come.

But then suddenly, Angel Devil will feel his throat catching, filling and pooling with blood and spilling out, choking.

He'll be able to cough it out, especially if someone helps him, but it goes on for a few minutes.]

[finalbows]

<sub>[ if anyone in this game carries a fucking kerchief it's angel devil, so.



at least he can cough into it. ]</sub>

[catposting]

[ r u srs ]

[ driveby whack on the back (not as hard as the punch later), he's gone before u know it ]