selfpreservationist | [RAVEN'S HEART GAME

The first thing you hear is the sound of rain faintly hitting the exterior of the house. The soft pitter-patter is almost soothing, in a way, but it’s quickly followed up by rumbling thunder in the distance. You open your eyes, and for a second all you see is a flash of light--at first it seems like it’s lightning, but then you see something. A vision of a man dressed in rags, hunched over, waves of demonic power rolling over him. He howls, and something terrible starts to grow out of him: the bloody roots of a massive tree. An immense wave of panic hits you, and you can’t move, you can’t speak, you can’t breathe--

And then it’s over. It’s over. You’re fine.

The sound of rain returns. (This time it’s definitely soothing, compared to what you just saw.) You’re standing in the foyer of a mansion, a wide open living room in front of you. The door behind you is faintly ajar, leading outside.

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It’s a little hard to find the cellar at first; there’s a door that leads to what was probably once a kitchen, but has been violently smashed to bits. One wall is covered in half-finished bricks, empty wine bottles scattered about the floor. There are words painted in bloody red ink on the wall, dripping in places as though it were just recently painted. The words read:

“Lo, a shadow of horror is risen
In Eternity! Unknown, unprolific!
Self-clos'd, all-repelling: what Demon
Hath form'd this abominable void
This soul-shudd'ring vacuum?—Some said
“It is Urizen”, But unknown, abstracted
Brooding secret, the dark power hid.”

In the middle of the checkered tile floor is a trapdoor. There doesn’t appear to be any lock on it, or a knocker. There is only the imprint of a hand, one with sharp pointed nails.

You can go back into the living room from here.

[ squints at the red writing and... swipes a finger across it. ]

[ she's stupid and going to taste it. is it ink or is it blood, she's clearly got to know for reasons. ]

That sure is blood.

... [ HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. ]

I know pouring your heart into this sort'a stuff is, like, totes on brand, but nae salang you don't have that much blood to spare. [ crouches down at the trap door and tries to open it. ]

It does not budge.

...don't tell me I need the severed arm for this, because, like, WTF. [ but she's going to backtrack to the living room to grab it. ]

Brb trap door. [ this thing isn't getting the best of her. ]

The trap door waits patiently.

[ returns! and with the severed arm of her former boyfriend. time to see if she can, like, carefully align the marks of the claws with the claws of the hand. ]

You place the arm into the imprint. The arm disappears, and you hear a click. The trapdoor creaks open, revealing a staircase into the dark subterra of the house.

Do you head down?

[ HELL YES I DO. ]

Oh, Dva...

[RAVEN'S HEART GAME - SESSION FOUR]

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