[ But no. You fall. And though it initially feels exactly like falling down through an endless pit, eventually, it transitions into a different kind of feeling -- like you're sinking into water. A faint light above shines, and it's quickly fading as you sink lower and lower, and you feel like you're losing yourself.
After regressing so many times, are you still who you say you are? No longer a person but a concept in someone else's story, when death of even yourself is so meaningless as to simply undo it. If something goes wrong, just press restart, and try again. But like the Ship of Theseus, when you try again with your new memories -- different parts -- until everything that you are becomes defined by this new purpose... is it still you? Are you still fighting for the same person, or an ideal? Will you ever succeed, or will you continue to fail? How much will you have to alter to achieve your happy dream?
In the end, it was too hard to swallow the hatred and rage once it became too much, boiling over. You don't want to face it, the evil within you that awaits. It is a beast that hurts people, scares the ones you love, the antithesis of what you wish to represent, what you want to be. It was easier to kill him here, to remove this threat, easier to not think about it -- but how long will such a solution last? It's there, waiting with bloodied teeth at the back of your mind, ready to pounce the moment you slip, to take matters into its own hands. How long can you hid it before it takes over?
They told you of a future where everything you love ends. Your perfect utopia should have been forever, a grand life of discoveries with the two friends you hold dearest -- then you became aware of a crack in the glass, and told that you can do nothing but watch as it spiders, and now you stand at the center of a thin pane ready to break, the circular cracks taunting like the spinning wheels of Kairos. One day, the glass will finally shatter, and your desperate bids to keep the peace will irreparably break. How can you ever accept this dark future as your inevitability?
[ Morning comes, but not easily. You 'come to', awakening wherever you are in the hotel, still feeling the aftereffects of your nightmare. It's something you'll want to forget about, and it'd be so easy to, if it weren't for the leftover injuries and soreness in your body... but even beyond that, something else haunts your mind.
For days after, you'll feel a little strange -- distant from yourself, disassociated from your sense of identity and what it means to be "I Am". You forget. Are you really you? Or is the self you saw in the mirror, the one that fell in the pitch bog, the real you? And if not that, then who? Do you even exist?
This self-doubt will last for a few days, coming and going intermittently, in bouts of panic and uncertainty. ]
BADNIGHTMAREENDALL WAS LOST IN THE CHAOS... ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE EVEN AWAKE?
The mods really let me shitpost like this. Therefore, you each get a copy of En's fabulous hit song. It's in a nice little paper sleeve. There's nothing special about it aside from that it's literally a music CD. You must pray to yourselves that there is a CD player somewhere in the hotel if you wish to listen.
ΓΓΓ
PIECE OF PAPER
A piece of paper you received with the hotel logo on it. Wonder what that's about. *Note that this piece of paper is for your eyes only and I, Lowe, do not have access to it. If you discuss its contents as a group OOCly, you must do it away from my π.
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guestservices) wrote2022-06-12 11:18 pm
Γ π³π°ππ½ β π°π ππ·π΄ π΄π½π³ πΎπ΅ π²π·π°πΎπ.
After regressing so many times, are you still who you say you are? No longer a person but a concept in someone else's story, when death of even yourself is so meaningless as to simply undo it. If something goes wrong, just press restart, and try again. But like the Ship of Theseus, when you try again with your new memories -- different parts -- until everything that you are becomes defined by this new purpose... is it still you? Are you still fighting for the same person, or an ideal? Will you ever succeed, or will you continue to fail?
How much will you have to alter to achieve your happy dream?
In the end, it was too hard to swallow the hatred and rage once it became too much, boiling over. You don't want to face it, the evil within you that awaits. It is a beast that hurts people, scares the ones you love, the antithesis of what you wish to represent, what you want to be. It was easier to kill him here, to remove this threat, easier to not think about it -- but how long will such a solution last? It's there, waiting with bloodied teeth at the back of your mind, ready to pounce the moment you slip, to take matters into its own hands.
How long can you hid it before it takes over?
They told you of a future where everything you love ends. Your perfect utopia should have been forever, a grand life of discoveries with the two friends you hold dearest -- then you became aware of a crack in the glass, and told that you can do nothing but watch as it spiders, and now you stand at the center of a thin pane ready to break, the circular cracks taunting like the spinning wheels of Kairos. One day, the glass will finally shatter, and your desperate bids to keep the peace will irreparably break.
How can you ever accept this dark future as your inevitability?
You continue to fall, and exhaustion sets in.
Just forget about it.
There's nothing you can do.
It's time to get some sleep...
... ]
ΓΓΓ ππ΄ππ°ππ³π...
[ Morning comes, but not easily. You 'come to', awakening wherever you are in the hotel, still feeling the aftereffects of your nightmare. It's something you'll want to forget about, and it'd be so easy to, if it weren't for the leftover injuries and soreness in your body... but even beyond that, something else haunts your mind.
For days after, you'll feel a little strange -- distant from yourself, disassociated from your sense of identity and what it means to be "I Am". You forget. Are you really you? Or is the self you saw in the mirror, the one that fell in the pitch bog, the real you? And if not that, then who? Do you even exist?
This self-doubt will last for a few days, coming and going intermittently, in bouts of panic and uncertainty. ]
ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE EVEN AWAKE?
HOTEL TICKET (x2)
You each receive two (x2) hotel tickets.
ΓΓΓ
DREAMβKINOKO LIMITED EDITION CD
The mods really let me shitpost like this. Therefore, you each get a copy of En's fabulous hit song. It's in a nice little paper sleeve. There's nothing special about it aside from that it's literally a music CD. You must pray to yourselves that there is a CD player somewhere in the hotel if you wish to listen.
ΓΓΓ
PIECE OF PAPER
A piece of paper you received with the hotel logo on it. Wonder what that's about.
*Note that this piece of paper is for your eyes only and I, Lowe, do not have access to it.
If you discuss its contents as a group OOCly, you must do it away from my π.