Lost Souls

[shimmershimmer]

[You don't wake up, exactly, but at some point you come to. There's something wrong with you, a numbness and translucency. Should you try to touch something, your hand will pass through it. Why, it's as if you were a ghost. So that's the bad news. Sorry about that. The good news is that mentally, you've woken up entirely. You remember the real truth of who you are, your relationship to your so-called "family," and all the other lies you've been fed by the Shimmering Lady.

You can move freely around what you will soon realize to be the village. The reason why it may take moment of realization is simply because it doesn't look anything like you remember it. The sky is black, the grass is dead, and the cottages are run-down and shoddy concrete buildings. The pond is dirty, and there are no animals whatsoever, anywhere.

And the temple. It's more like a storehouse than a temple. The Shimmering Lady is there, or that mass of flesh and tendrils that calls itself the Shimmering Lady...

She doesn't seem to see or hear you. When the others exit their "homes," neither will they. And there's some strange force keeping you within the walls...]

((Popcorn, mingle, curse the Lady, etc! Also! There will be a special thing for you to do here once Night 01 starts. Watch for it~ :>))

Comments

[very_bad_end]

Oh, shut up. Don't be such a downer.

Can't you just enjoy a good confession?

[weeabird]

And what, precisely, is so good about it? His raving madness? The innocent young girl that he is dragging down with him?

[very_bad_end]

...I think you summed it up rather well.

And why not? I can appreciate a good scheme, in a detached, objective sort of way.

He killed me too, of course.

[weeabird]

I am not indignant for the sake of my own life, but for those who are still struggling to retain theirs. If you cannot show even that much compassion, then you may remain silent.

[very_bad_end]

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