Let's Play A Murder (
letsplayamod) wrote in
letsdeadaland2025-08-16 03:29 pm
Wouldn't you like to use more than words?
The last thing you recall is likely your own death. Whether it was fast or slow, it's over now. And you're... where are you?
One moment, you were among the living. The next - you may be one of the unfortunate ones who actually died. In which case, you've found yourself flowing in the lazy rivers of the river Styx, unfathomably deep underground. Just for a moment, mind you. It's not long before your consciousness is yanked from the waters by some scary monsters, shoved into a healed body, and pushed through a portal.
Or, maybe you were caught red-handed and sentenced to your doom. But, instead of a proper death, you were whisked down into the Veins of Tartarus. And there's really only one place that could lead to... Or is it?
You've been tossed down here by the will of the Titan, but what you find is A helping hand swooping you up - possibly literally, and potentially out of the grasp of the Titan himself.
Not a moment after, you're whisked through another rift, this one a shimmering gold. Into a realm of slightly more stable platforms and a lot more shit to look through. The area is practically littered with the ill-gotten goods of a thieving God (who is happy to note via pop-up illusion that you are touching his stuff). Here, however, you are safe; assured that Typhon cannot find or hurt you here.
For the moment, you can breathe before the next part comes.
One moment, you were among the living. The next - you may be one of the unfortunate ones who actually died. In which case, you've found yourself flowing in the lazy rivers of the river Styx, unfathomably deep underground. Just for a moment, mind you. It's not long before your consciousness is yanked from the waters by some scary monsters, shoved into a healed body, and pushed through a portal.
Or, maybe you were caught red-handed and sentenced to your doom. But, instead of a proper death, you were whisked down into the Veins of Tartarus. And there's really only one place that could lead to... Or is it?
You've been tossed down here by the will of the Titan, but what you find is A helping hand swooping you up - possibly literally, and potentially out of the grasp of the Titan himself.
Not a moment after, you're whisked through another rift, this one a shimmering gold. Into a realm of slightly more stable platforms and a lot more shit to look through. The area is practically littered with the ill-gotten goods of a thieving God (who is happy to note via pop-up illusion that you are touching his stuff). Here, however, you are safe; assured that Typhon cannot find or hurt you here.
For the moment, you can breathe before the next part comes.

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[There's no judgment in it, it's stated like a fact. But...]
...But if that's the decision you make, I won't try to stop you.
[He is selfish, after all. And he's so damn tired of being alone.]
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[ There's a pause, before he continues. ]
BUT SOMETIMES, THE UGLY AND FORGOTTEN THINGS OF THE WORLD FIND EACH OTHER. SOMETIMES, IT IS IN THE DARKNESS THAT THEY THRIVE TOGETHER.
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[So much had happened in that first trial that he'd forgotten those words. But Omega couldn't have said anything more fitting, he thinks. After all, isn't that why he and Seymour clung to each other? Because they thought they were the only two in this damn game who could possibly understand one another, who could accept each other's flaws.
...It doesn't do any good to think about that now.]
At least you won't have to worry about being the most hated person here!
[Flippant, dismissive, with the usual easy smile - it's almost like he never stopped being Zvei at all. For who else could that describe better?]
Let's see how that shakes out here, shall we?
[Yet despite the aggressive return to form, he still sounds genuinely pleased.]