The spirit leaves the body, and infects another, and another, until all hope in humanity is gone. And so they do, they kill and kill until the brain is completely overrun with delirium, and it stops working: the host dies, and joins those they killed in whatever afterlife there is. They grow hungry for bloodshed, yearn to see those around them killed, and as the brain dies, they become more and more desperate to kill. With each thought, her voice grows louder and more persuasive, until eventually, its host cant determine which are their own thoughts. She whispers to those that will listen, and infects the mind. The old fable goes like this: A spirit lives in the wind, and one day she will unleash hell on earth. One of your peers is acting weird, and you can’t help but be constantly looking over your shoulder- something here runs deeper than an old wives tale. From the creaky cabin you spend your nights in, to the campfire your group shares scary stories around, this all feels like one big horror-movie setup, which makes it so ironic that every last one of your deepest fears are unveiled on that mountain. You arrive with a reluctant outlook on the next few days, but find comfort in the company you’ll be keeping. Your twin sister has put together a group of freedom-tipsy graduates to vacation out in the mountains for a few nights of partying like you wont live another day, and she insists that you must come along. Your high school graduation was both the finishing line and starting gun, a double-barrel of joy and dread. “But again, it’s just an old wives tale.” The delirious kill in cold blood for as long as they can until the brain can’t take it any longer, and they take their last breath a vicious and apathetic vessel of evil.” Before you know it, you’re fighting with your own brain, trying to hold on to whatever last piece of yourself there is. It starts as a lone thought, and slowly starts eating at you. They say it’s contracted randomly, but it purges the brain from the inside out. Gabriel from (THEY ARRESTED ME-AND LIKE A FOOL I SIMP.) Hadrian/Alessa (mi amor) from Golden Roseīriony from (met later on, but I aDORE her. Naja from (I will HAPPILY be with my spouse.) (I love her, your honor, she knows my name.) I almost always romance the first Romance Option that I meet, mostly because I’ve found that the first option is usually the one that falls into my favorite tropes.Ĭhildhood friends/Friends in general to loversĪeran from (I WILL ROMANCE THE ELF DAMN IT) from from from Na Daoine Maithe.
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