week seven: final mingle

[mygod]

Week 7

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mingle

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5 Remain

Monday again?

No problem. ... Well, actually, some problems. For one, you seem to still be stuck in this village of nightmares.

Unless you’ve met your match, that aching feeling in your chest of being incomplete continues to only grow. That, alongside this feeling of being watched, probably makes it a bit hard to truly relax. That’s for the best, isn’t it? You probably shouldn’t get too complacent in a place like this, blood sacrifice that you are.

The woods rustle with anticipation. The branches and foliage whisper and shake, as if sharing a secret amongst themselves. What surprises do they have in store for you? Wandering into the darkness created by overarching treetops will bring you to a uniquely hollowed out tree trunk. The face of it has a rectangular cut into its bark, making it resemble a door. It seems that the scenery of last week has changed yet again. Should you choose to open it and step in, you’ll find yourself a roulette of familiar places. When you walk through the tree portal, any of the previous locations could appear in front of you.

Though of course, you’ll have to come back to the village eventually. When you do, there is nothing but the oddities of town and ravens to greet you. Perhaps if you’d like to have a chat with some of the cultists who brought you into this situation, you might tie a letter to a bird at your own risk. Come nightfall, you may realize that the star formations and moon phase have changed entirely from the week prior. The stars are white and there is a new moon.

The swamp gurgles and rumbles uncomfortably, drawing your attention with small quakes. It remains the same as last week, glowing and beckoning. A small, crooked sign on a stake has been put up in unknown handwriting. FOR WHAT AILS YOU. In need of some healing? You trust the swamp, don't you?

There is a permeating sense of finality in the air. It's almost over. Almost.

blocked. blocked. blocked. youre all blocked. none of you are free of sin
- wise words from the prophet dril

As if you don't have enough problems, it seems like the week has ushered in yet another strange side-effect of all the freaky magic contaminating the space.

Or... all of them. That's right, every past effect is in play. Tattoos. Affection. Memshare. Alpha. Thoughtshare. Emotionshare. AUs. It's time to let chaos reign.

scawwy mygod
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