Palace Game 6/3

[fujimaru]

The Dreamer In The Grand Temple
Humanity Foundation Value: ????

What has been will be again,
what has been done will be done again;
there is nothing new under the sun.

Comments

Re: the delights of a human's heart

[rugpull]

Tch. I guess it is locked away but I dunno, guess I thought ya could get rid of this kinda stuff at least a little.

Re: the delights of a human's heart

[fujimaru]

"There is no way to root out the rot in its entirety, when she continues on this path," says Mr. Edgelord. "As long as she continues, she will accumulate these resentments, these curses--the stones 'round her neck. Her choices are twofold: to continue, and to gather these, or to stop, and be pulled down as one of their number."

Re: the delights of a human's heart

[rugpull]

Gotta be some way t'win....

Re: the delights of a human's heart

[fujimaru]

"Victory is the only way to win," he says, very philosophically.

The ground under their feet is starting to slant upwards--gradually at first, and more steeply; somehow, though, the blood levels around his ankles don't seem to be going down.

"If she wishes to save her world, her only choice is to move forward. Would you ask her otherwise?"

Re: the delights of a human's heart

[rugpull]

Ain't for me t'even ask. Ugh....

[wish i had a broom to fly

fucked up]

Re: the delights of a human's heart

[fujimaru]

"It is not for either of us to ask," he says. He sounds almost--almost--sympathetic, though the sound of his own footsteps is beginning to slow. "That choice is hers alone. So long as she continues to make it, this place will continue to exist."

And then he stops entirely.

"And here is where you must also make that choice. Do you continue on? Or do you give up, and return to safety, to wait out the rest of your time here?"

Re: the delights of a human's heart

[rugpull]

M'gonna find Ritz.

[pushing onwards]

Re: the delights of a human's heart

[fujimaru]

The remaining walk seems to take an inordinate amount of time--hours? months? It's hard to say. The air is still cleaner than it was, but there are the sounds of voices again--louder now, more openly hostile. He can make out words now, in the mess:

"--no! Stop! No, no, no, no, no... I haven't even accomplished anything yet--!"

"--I can't stand it. I spent every one of those thousand and one nights wishing for nothing more than to not die. Every fiber of my being is terrified of death!"

"This... This can't be how I die! I was... I was going to destroy...this entire world...!!!"

They're getting louder. There are so many of them.

Re: the delights of a human's heart

[rugpull]

Hakuna matata, whatta wonderful phrase. Hakuna matata, ain't no passin' craze~

It means no worries for the rest of yer days~

It's a problem free~ philosophy~

Hakuna Matata~....

Re: the delights of a human's heart

[fujimaru]

It gets louder, and louder, and more frantic--

And then it stops.