TT: I'll never understand how you can read that book over and over, David!
TT: It's not even like the ending ever changes.
TG: you mean like in your choose your own adventure books
TT: Don't laugh! They're really pretty fun. You should try them sometime!
TT: But yes, you see, every time you read one, you can take a different path! And even if you know all the endings, you can find different ways of getting there.
TG: until youve found all the possible endings
TG: then what
TG: theres nothing left to find
TT: You're still wrong there! See, you can always put them away for a few years, forget the whole thing...
TT: Then you find them sitting on a shelf! And it's like a whole new adventure again.
TT: Really, David, you just have to be creative about this sort of thing.
TG: but thats the thing
TG: this book has so many different layers
TG: you can read it as a pure horror novel
TT: I’m pretty sure that’s all it is.
TG: because you can also interpret it that nothing in the navidson record is real
TG: so johnnys just crazy
TG: so its a journey for him coming to terms with his life
TG: trying to find some way around the darkness
TG: or you can say that zampano was real but the navidson record wasnt
TG: and so its about zampano too
TG: or maybe nothings real and its all in pelfinas head
TG: and then theres meta interpretations
TG: maybe its a postmodern horror novel
TG: or maybe its a satire of literary criticism
TT: To rephrase, making fun of pretentious postmodernist jerks. ;)
TG: it is a mark of greatness to be able to laugh at oneself
TG: and i fully agree that i am pretty much the biggest asshat ever
TG: i mean look at me i wrote a post-colonial feminist interpretation of twilight
TG: just for you
TG: that is how much i care about you okay
TT: hee hee
TT: But back to the previous point.
TT: What do you think it’s about, Dave?
TG: nevermind fine call me dave whatever
TG: i do have my own theory yes
TG: in the end its hard for most people to see and i know very few agree with me
TG: but in the end the story is about one thing
TG: its about
TG: oh damn it brb mother requires assistance with the dishes
TG: i dont know why she asks me i think this is some way of her passive aggressively bonding with me i dont even know rose
TG: anyway ttyl
TT: Oh man! :\
TT: Well don’t think you’ve gotten out of this, young man! I’ll find out what the deal is someday.
months in the future
but not many
You sit down cross-legged, gathering your cloak around you. White flakes catch in your already pale hair, and you think, for a moment, if you simply stood still here, you’d turn to glass.
But you cannot. You have work to do.
TG: i am quite nearly freezing to death
TG: ive been quite patient with you
TG: saintly even
TG: considering how rude you were to me before
TG: so when are you going to spill the rest
TG: i dont have time for your stupid mind games
TG: lets cut straight to the chase
Unfortunately for you, your informant has a fondness for mindgames, and you spend the next several pages engaging in them, must to your consternation. For the sake of the fourth wall, we will simply sit here for a moment, and imagine what that conversation was like against the backdrop of quivering and slowly dying reptiles shuffling about in the snow, against the slow ticking of gears and the soft sound of snowfall. An uneasy note is produced. It’s the one trepidation plays to make sure you’re still awake and listening.
Good. Then pay attention.
You are situated near the game construct supplied by your session for causing the Scratch, yes?
TG: dont put question marks on the ends of sentences that arent questions
TG: i really do not have time for your games
You’re no fun at all.
TG: no im a barrel of laughs
TG: a veritable barge of mirth
TG: but not when the lives of everyone i love lie at stake
TG: point being i dont need to tell you that im near the rhythm axe
TG: i get the impression that a gigantic steampunk axe/guitar hybrid made from ruined gears isnt the usual configuration for this device
There is no usual configuration for the device.
That being said, it will always be an edifice of similarly cryptic design, located on the planet that is home to the Hero of Time.
Its environment dictates the nature of its construction. Its power is dangerous, and is meant to be utilized only in emergencies such as yours.
TG: so what youre saying is that the game generating an unstoppable adversary who triggers the reckoning prematurely happens all the time
TG: i swear this game is broken beyond belief
TG: how does anyone win
I hardly said that.
True, this sort of event has happened more frequently of late, due to a phenomenon I call a resonance cascade. One signature event occurs in one universe, and its effects become reflected across multiple timelines. In this case, the timeline of origin suffered a similar catastrophic failure, and other sessions have been affected.
TG: so essentially our failure is due to a bunch of idiots in another universe
That is more true than you think, but in a different way than you assume.
TG: not helpful
You could show a little patience.
TG: you could be less of an insufferable prick
That title belongs to another. As I was saying. Failure is far more common. But despite there being more than one instance of it, catastrophic failure of this magnitude is rather atypical.
TG: so how do i cause it
It must be done in a quite specific way. Jade’s brother has already begun the process for you.
TG: then how do i finish it
It isn’t your task.
You have a more important one.
TG: ah yes
TG: my delightful suicide swan dive into the green sun
TG: and i dont feel like attaching the .gif file to make that flicker so deal with it
You were going to wait till after Rose had the Tumor. Your plans will need to change.
Now isn’t the time to cause the Scratch.
TG: what are you supposed to do anyway
You’ll need a hammer of sufficient strength to shatter the device completely.
TG: that doesnt seem much like a scratch
TG: it also doesnt provide enough room for endless puns on the nature of this place as a game
This session has to play a little more fast and loose with those sorts of things.
TG: point being john has a hammer
That will not be sufficient. The Denizen of Rose’s land has the hammer necessary in this case.
TG: this is more complex than you had led me to believe
I didn’t lead you to believe anything. You charged ahead with little thought for rhyme or reason, simply pushing as hard as you could for your desired result with little thought for consequence.
TG: fuck you
Thank you, but no.
TG: ok wiseass back to the task at hand
TG: so im going to assume we cause the scratch - or the break i guess is a better term
TG: fuck it im calling it the break now
TG: anyway im going to assume we cause the break later then
TG: and use it to banish jack to the trolls session
Jack will exit your session, but it will have nothing to do with the Scratch. Not directly, at any rate.
TG: what the fuck
TG: i thought that was why i was doing this
TG: to banish the demon to another realm
TG: break reality and get rid of him
Once again, your desperation is dictating your actions. You are panicking, which is, to be fair, in part because you are not a Seer, but a Knight. You draw conclusions without bothering with the rest of the facts.
But as your Seer has a different task in this timeline, and as your roles have different functions, I must make do with what I have. Luckily, I don’t even have to train you to ask the right questions. You like getting to the point.
I’ll help you along though. A true knight, to be able to properly protect his companions, must have access to all the information. Though one of your sources is quite reliable, the others are not.
TG: the trolls
TG: i figured they were full of shit
TG: simply because they beat the game
TG: then what does it do
It resets the game.
TG: so not even new game plus i take it
TG: we simply begin again from the start with no knowledge of how to proceed
TG: thats helpful
The release of temporal energy will be quite massive.
This is a hard reset. It will reboot the conditions in your universe well before you began playing the game.
You will have lived different lives after the reset. The different initial conditions will ideally lead to a more favorable scenario in the new session.
Unfortunately, you will have no memory of anything that has happened in the session you are in now.
TG: What the fucking shit.
TG: Look, I’m using proper punctuation and capitalization to express my utter table-flipping abject horror and rage at the shit you just spewed across my screen.
TG: You’re telling me that this thing, this thing I had so naively - yes, naively, thank you, you egregious omniscient douchewad - assumed would save us will in fact kill us all.
TG: Is this anything like that doomed timeline?
TG: Where I was able to keep memories of it?
I feel rather disinclined to tell you anything after that outburst, young man.
TG: Don’t you fucking ‘young man’ me.
TG: Let me tell you this. If there were some way to cross the vastness of spacetime, crack your smug skull - or whatever it is you have for a head - open and draw the data out? I’d do it.
TG: I don’t have time for your coy bullshit. And you don’t have time for my rage.
TG: You want me to kill you faster? Then start talking faster.
We’re not going to get anywhere if you keep that kind of attitude.
Remember: I have no care for what does or doesn’t happen to you, other than that I want you to destroy the Green Sun and end my life.
Choose your words wisely.
TG: very well
TG: is there a way to keep our memories
No. This timeline will undergo such a violent upheaval that a merger of memory cannot happen.
You will be resigned to absolute oblivion.
Unless you can discover a way to preserve yourselves.
But it's not really my place to advise you on that.
After you have dealt with the Scratch and the sun, what happens to you is not any of my business.
You pause for a few moments, and take the time to scream and bury your face in the snow. This is the most frustrating, will-breaking conversation you’ve yet had. All your carefully laid plans. All your assumptions. Everything you’d worked for turned to dust by a few simple words. By a few misconceptions. You suppose it’s no one’s fault but your own and yet you cannot help it.
You hate this game. You hate it and everything it stands for.
It’s a fucking deathtrap. They say it births new worlds and all it does is break you and everyone you love. Every thing you love.
You could lay this world to waste.
Perhaps you still will...
TG: if this is going to kill us all why do it
Because you cannot achieve the ultimate reward in this session.
Your battlefield is cancerous, and the reckoning will destroy it prematurely regardless.
By resetting, you will create a session which can bear the fruit of a new universe, even if you will not be the ones to claim the reward.
TG: Well, sorry, but I’m a selfish bastard, and maybe I want us to live.
TG: I guess we have no choice though, do we.
TG: We reset the session, we cease to exist.
TG: We keep fighting, the world rots, and we die here.
TG: Which was all predestined since before we were born.
TG: What’s the fucking point of it all?
TG: Don’t answer that. Not that you would.
You’d doom the universe to oblivion for the sake of your pride?
TG: Is it so wrong, to want to live?
It’s selfish, to not want to fufill your ultimate purpose in life.
TG: Maybe I don’t want to fufill any purpose.
TG: Maybe I didn’t sign onto this of my own volition.
TG: Maybe I’m tired of being destiny’s puppet. Maybe I’d rather break the system entirely than see it perpetuated in such a cruel way.
Do you think you’re the only creature who has ever suffered and died for reasons you feel to be irrelevant?
Do you truly feel that your planet was ended before it reached its true glory?
Your world existed for 4.5 billion years.
The trolls’ even longer.
And yet you continue to think that your life is somehow more important than those who might come out of a new universe. Or who went before in your own.
TG: My life isn’t important.
But your friends’ are. At least, in your estimation.
The truth is that you are little more than tools to be used.
TG: I’m going to enjoy killing you more than I should.
We should return to the question at hand. You asked if there was a way to preserve memories through sessions.
Normally, there is not.
But an individual in the session prior to yours attempted to do so, and there are other methods beyond the one he used. Dire methods.
You’re privy to two such recordings yourself.
TG: Session... prior to ours?
Your session is the result of a scratched session.
Specifically, one where someone took care to ensure certain parallelisms.
I’m not sure why he bothered. It seems to have only doomed you a second time. The same cancer. The same unstoppable adversary.
But perhaps he was like you.
Perhaps he was afraid to die.
TG: I’m not afraid.
On the contrary.
It is the thing you fear second most in this world.
The first is the deaths of your friends.
The point being, you are incredulous.
As I said though, he provided some ways of preservation. Instead of a true hard reset, he managed to simply ensure that the game data was deleted, thus making certain that the data remained in some form on the drive. Essentially, he removed the directory data, allowing it to be overwritten, meaning that certain elements still fell into grooves on the disk. Remixed, resorted, but there.
This means that the data still remains in this ieteration, acessiable to you.
I’ve given you one of my seeds. In most cases, you, as a Knight, would be unable to use it.
But it is the providence of the Light players to use their element to look within.
Normally, it only answers questions.
But it can also open gates.
TG: youve given me your spooge and you want me to gaze deep into it to see the past
I see you’ve dropped your capitalization again.
TG: this is the sound of my disdain for what you just did
TG: and me temporarily recovering my composure
TG: how do i read this thing
You gingerly observe the sphere, holding it at arm’s length. Did he really have to call it his seed? You consider your options, and eventually your gaze falls upon your shield -- the Lensing Aegis. You haven’t used it often, finding that your combat style relies more upon sheer power and speed. But you’ve kept it anyway, as it was made from the remnants of your mother’s telescope, the tool by which she used to plumb the secrets of the stars.
I’m your mother.
You arrange the lens above the device, peering into its surface.
“Who was I in the life before this?”
Warning. Previous save state you are accessing contains corrupted data.
Recommend opening in read-only state.
> Open file
Accessing previous save.
fall through whiteness
as everything you are
and then redone
you are unraveled
all you were erased
all you are remade
you feel your memories melt into his own
you feel his memories melt into your own
facedown in snow, trembling and shaking, but you can't stop now.
You crawl back to your laptop and place quivering fingers on the keys.
>Warning. Previous save state you are accessing contains corrupted data.
Recommend opening in read-only state.
> Open file
Accessing previous save.
mu×]uï}½ï]x×MwÛou are now DAVE STRIDER.
Your shirt was white, once. White and red. Now it’s just red, and not even a good red -- it’s stained a sticky dark that fades to brown where it’s had time to dry. You squint into the lurid red light of the Land of Heat and Clockwork, for even this level is enough to hurt your sensitive eyes, and your glasses hang broken off your face. That last encounter? Too close. Too fucking close. You’re not sure if you’re lucky or unlucky to be alive.
No. No, you are sure. It’s the former. The blood you’re soaked in isn’t all your DISK RÈ̶̴͓̼͉͉̜̪͓͓̟͍͇̩͉͗̈ͩͪͪ̓̃ͪ̎̈́̑̐̽ͥ̎͒̓A̶̖̖̼̥ͬ̔̓͊ͭͬ̆̉̈́ͅḐ̶̴̹̼̩̝̖͍̠͈͕̣͓̻͈́̃ͯ̾͡ͅ ̿ͦͣ͂̚҉̬̲̱̪͕͖̩͚̘͍̬̣̦̗̩̖͍͜Ȩ͕͔̳̼ͪͬ̋̒̇͛̇ͦ̔̃́ͭ̒̆͋̌ͩͤ̉̀͜͞͡R̶̖͚̣̠͙͎͌͂ͫ̏ͥͨ͆͛ͫ͛͌̐ͫ̓̒̑́̚͟R̶̷̢̻͎̝͚̪̝̦̠͕͊̉ͣ̂͗̀͂̔͛̇Ơ̸̛̪̖̣͔̙̩̰͉͈͍̦̩̬̮ͧ̅̑̌̈́̀͡ͅͅͅR̷̤̼͇̪̬͚͇͈͙̘̣͎͈̹̣͚̞̯ͭ͗͗ͨͥ̾͘ soaks through your shoes and your socks and your stylish as fuck black jeans and you sink to your knees in it, that bright blue standing out in the middle, and you know, somehow, that this was a heroic death, because you can rewind and watch (but not interfere, you saw the body, the waveform’s collapsed) that he died defending his parents; further back still and he’s telling you on Pesterchum that Vriska told him which castle his parents were in and he died defending and you can’t DISK RÈ̶̴͓̼͉͉̜̪͓͓̟͍͇̩͉͗̈ͩͪͪ̓̃ͪ̎̈́̑̐̽ͥ̎͒̓A̶̖̖̼̥ͬ̔̓͊ͭͬ̆̉̈́ͅḐ̶̴̹̼̩̝̖͍̠͈͕̣͓̻͈́̃ͯ̾͡ͅ ̿ͦͣ͂̚҉̬̲̱̪͕͖̩͚̘͍̬̣̦̗̩̖͍͜Ȩ͕͔̳̼ͪͬ̋̒̇͛̇ͦ̔̃́ͭ̒̆͋̌ͩͤ̉̀͜͞͡R̶̖͚̣̠͙͎͌͂ͫ̏ͥͨ͆͛ͫ͛͌̐ͫ̓̒̑́̚͟R̶̷̢̻͎̝͚̪̝̦̠͕͊̉ͣ̂͗̀͂̔͛̇Ơ̸̛̪̖̣͔̙̩̰͉͈͍̦̩̬̮ͧ̅̑̌̈́̀͡ͅͅͅR̰̮̬̥̤̩̞̰͓ͣͥ̈́̽͜͟͞ Rose, her skin black, lying nearby him; you didn’t see that but you figure she was trying to avenge DISK RÈ̶̴͓̼͉͉̜̪͓͓̟͍͇̩͉͗̈ͩͪͪ̓̃ͪ̎̈́̑̐̽ͥ̎͒̓A̶̖̖̼̥ͬ̔̓͊ͭͬ̆̉̈́ͅḐ̶̴̹̼̩̝̖͍̠͈͕̣͓̻͈́̃ͯ̾͡ͅ ̿ͦͣ͂̚҉̬̲̱̪͕͖̩͚̘͍̬̣̦̗̩̖͍͜Ȩ͕͔̳̼ͪͬ̋̒̇͛̇ͦ̔̃́ͭ̒̆͋̌ͩͤ̉̀͜͞͡R̶̖͚̣̠͙͎͌͂ͫ̏ͥͨ͆͛ͫ͛͌̐ͫ̓̒̑́̚͟R̶̷̢̻͎̝͚̪̝̦̠͕͊̉ͣ̂͗̀͂̔͛̇Ơ̸̛̪̖̣͔̙̩̰͉͈͍̦̩̬̮ͧ̅̑̌̈́̀͡ͅͅͅR̰̮̬̥̤̩̞̰͓ͣͥ̈́̽͜͟͞ a diamond-dazzed Dersite deemed the damsel a detriment, keeping the kingslayer leashed, jesus fuck the rhythm comes to you and all you can do is stare at her, , stare at what’s left of her, you can’t believe, you’re dying inside. The worst part was? You feel part of it was your fault. She went to find the Quills of Echidna, and the fight was fierce and while she was weary from the battle, he came for her. He came, and you weren’t there, because you were DISK R̡̡̭̥̹̹̳̟̳͍̯̹͕̂̉̄̓ͫ̾È̶̴͓̼͉͉̜̪͓͓̟͍͇̩͉͗̈ͩͪͪ̓̃ͪ̎̈́̑̐̽ͥ̎͒̓A̶̖̖̼̥ͬ̔̓͊ͭͬ̆̉̈́ͅḐ̶̴̹̼̩̝̖͍̠͈͕̣͓̻͈́̃ͯ̾͡ͅ ̿ͦͣ͂̚҉̬̲̱̪͕͖̩͚̘͍̬̣̦̗̩̖͍͜Ȩ͕͔̳̼ͪͬ̋̒̇͛̇ͦ̔̃́ͭ̒̆͋̌ͩͤ̉̀͜͞͡R̶̖͚̣̠͙͎͌͂ͫ̏ͥͨ͆͛ͫ͛͌̐ͫ̓̒̑́̚͟R̶̷̢̻͎̝͚̪̝̦̠͕͊̉ͣ̂͗̀͂̔͛̇Ơ̸̛̪̖̣͔̙̩̰͉͈͍̦̩̬̮ͧ̅̑̌̈́̀͡ͅͅͅR worse than when you faced your brother’s corpse, there’s nothing left now. Terezi messaged you a while back:
GC: 1TS R34LLY COLORFUL SM3LL1NG BUT 1M SC4R3D
You say welp, but in reality you're shaking. You won't cry, you refuse (fuck that noise) but everyone you love is dead. Everyone. You beg for this to be a doomed timeline, but you can feel it isn't. This is the fucking alpha.
GC: H3Y D4V3?
-- user gallowsCalibrator [GC] has gone idle --
And that's that. And that's. That.
TG: what did you do to me
Do to you?
I did very little.
I merely triggered what was already there. Restored the old data, as it were.
TG: this session is a scratched session
TG: there was
TG: no i understand i
TG: but why did it fail
TG: because we didnt remember
TG: we didnt remember the details
TG: were all the same fucking people who make the same mistakes
TG: we are only revolutions of ruin
TG: but if we scratch again whats to say the same wont happen
TG: whats to say
I admit, my conversation with the Hero of Light in a parallel timeline closest to this one was far more pleasant. I have no soft spot for young boys. Indeed, I find them quite irritating. However, circumstances have conspired to force me to contact you, and I have no use for speaking with this universe's Rose or Jade.
Thankfully, given certain circumstances in your universe, there are conclusions you have already drawn. You are already aware that the black blade you carry is merely a focus and only circumstantially connected to the terrible power you now wield. You are already aware of the black claws that have taken their fell grip upon your soul. In some ways, you're a better Seer than the Seer. In others, you are even more ignorant.
TG: are you finished yet telling me things i already know
TG: which in turn facilitate some end that i in my pathetic mortal state cannot comprehend
TG: really this is turning into a great game of i know you know i know you know
TG: i know that i cannot dissuade you from whatever prattle youll throw at me
TG: and you know that my answers will continue to be sarcastic
TG: until they are not for whatever reason
TG: if they are not
TG: really this whole thing is tiresome dont you think
Why haven't you given in to her power yet?
TG: because i value my will
TG: because i dont think i should have to
TG: given that you already know what im thinking and given that this conversation is meant not to inform anyone but to lead me to conclusions of my own accord
TG: i see no reason to hide this from you
TG: because i am afraid of what she will do to me should i give in to her power
Which is wise of you. But there are other reasons. The main one is oddly due to her own actions. She buffered you against your mother's death, in a way; she lent you the strength to resist crumbling to dust as you faced that fact down, as did your troll friends, as did your sister, in her own way. The reason that previous Hero of Light gave in was out of pure desperation and desire for vengeance.
You don't have such a trigger.
You’re very close, of course. The sheer hopelessness of your situation weighs on your mind. You feel that this game itself is a lie, a trap designed to grind the players into dust, a parasite that feeds to give itself new life.
You’re not entirely incorrect, either.
TG: and now you reveal to me something intended to trigger my fell transformation despite the fact that you have warned me against it
TG: doubtless to further your own mysterious and complex designs that will ultimately bring about the summoning of your master
TG: here id scream defiance at you and state that i shall not give in and i will resist
TG: but to do so will be pointless because youll sit there smugly and inform me that it is all useless
TG: i will resist regardless
TG: but you knew this
TG: and i know it too
TG: i remember now
You see, this is why you're no fun at all.
You take the infernal cueball and set it on the snowbank, then pull your blade back and thwack it like a golfball. It sails into the snowy abyss, white on white. Somehow, it feels satisfying, this one tiny act of defiance. You return to your conversation.
TG: i have relieved myself of your seed
TG: which by the way from my cultural perspective
TG: that was disgusting
TG: drop your little bomb
Have you talked to John lately?
TG: no why
TG: im tired of talking to you anyway
You hadn’t planned on talking to John until much later, but now it seems pertinent. You answer his pester.
TG: apologies for the late reply
TG: i was held up by an egregious douchebag
GT: finally man.
GT: who were you even talking to?
GT: whoever it was made you really mad there for a bit!
GT: i dont think ive ever seen you so angry jeez.
TG: ah yes
TG: i forgot
TG: rose gave her the code for her orb of many winds
TG: and i my lensing aegis
TG: still i apologize for the delay
GT: dude i dont blame you :(
GT: youre probably still really screwed up i mean...
GT: i actually thought that was why you were mad.
TG: you thought what was why
GT: you mean you don’t know?
GT: oh god oh man oh god i thought you’d have known by now! the whole light thing i mean oh shit D:
TG: for god’s sake man spill it
GT: it’s rose dave.
GT: rose went and found your parents after all.
TG: i told her not to i told her to avoid jack
TG: shes ok right
GT: oh god oh man oh god oh man
GT: oh god
GT: i mean i thought you knew fuck
GT: i’m so sorry dave D: jack came up behind her.
GT: she didn’t even see it coming.
GT: i mean i’m really fucked up over this too i’m just hoping there’s some way to
GT: dave answer me DAVE
GT: dave get back to the computer.
GT: dave listen to me what the hell are you doing!?
GT: dave i was about to say i think i found some info about the god tiers, something vriska told me?
GT: i dont think they can die if its not heroic or just, i think she might come back and even if she doesnt i mean we can try the corpsesmooch anyway?
GT: … dave.
GT: dave im really really serious right now man seriously what the fuck are you doing.
GT: dave you’re my best friend --
It cannot be stopped.
GT: dave!? dave! dave why is the screen going black what did you do!? WHAT DID YOU DO!?
> Knight: Break.
The snow falls around you in slow circles. You stand at the edge of a cliff, staring out over the abyss below the great axe buried in the ground. Flakes of rust catch in your hair. A fitful wind stirs.
It becomes obvious, then, with further analysis. The game is indeed a creation myth, but with an unusual twist: the acknowledgement that creation goes hand in hand with destruction. To give birth to new life, old life must be destroyed.
But does that old life deserve destruction? Here is a tale of children tricked -- like all good fairy tales, the children go into the woods, but they do not come out. They are eaten by the witches, destroyed and devoured. From their bones and ash spring flowers, and a new myth is created.
My poor, dear David; sacrificial lamb, spread across the altar, heart laid to be taken.
But if your heart’s to be taken and offered to the gods of chance and consequence, why not take control of how?
Fuck the game.
We contend that there is a choice.
Die for the sake of birthing a world you’ll never see, or go out like a flame, defying the whole steaming shithouse mess.
The choice is yours.
“It may be the wrong decision...”
The power was within you all along. But you knew this. You just had to reach out... and take it.
You take your sword. You have known for some time that the weapon itself is meaningless -- it is only a symbol. She is here now. She has always been here.
You just have to open the gates.
If you’re going to be a sacrificial lamb...
“But fuck it.
The blade does not pierce your heart or sink into your flesh. It melts like water, the black lines spreading out from the impact point. You feel a door (a white door, with a glass handle) open inside your soul and you feel a fridgid blackness open within you. You gasp for breath, but there is none to be found. Your skin turns black and ιt getѕ The blade does not pierce your heart or sink into your flesh. It melts like water, the black lines spreading out from the impact point. You feel a door (a white door, with a glass handle) open inside your soul and you feel a fridgid blackness open within you. You gasp for breath, but there is none to be found. Your skin turns black and ιt getѕ 3j2%Jmcol3dANe fsad c3VkZGVu bHkgeW91IHVuZGVy c3RhbmQgamF jayBzaGl0
I’ll take it from here.