GAME OVER (S██'s Palace)

[pointzeropercent]

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[pointzeropercent]

[It does nothing. Time was rewound to before when the gun was loaded.]

[prozaic]

[Then he'll do it again once he's loaded the gun, in the exact same way he did before.]

[unweathered]

[CAN SHE WALK OVER AND SMACK HIM WITH HER GUN. SIR]

[pointzeropercent]

[He shoots himself in the head and dies and then a teal friend comes back and revives him.]

Could you please stop trying to die inside my mind?

[unweathered]

[lol]

[prozaic]

[Well, his death was fucking gory. Black crystal came out of his head. And neck. And chest. Don't worry about it! No one's sick from rockitis when he comes back.

Then he whirls and grabs Sou by the wrist, if he even can.]

I'm experimenting. A luxury you didn't have, I'm sure. Now that you're here, you're going to run off again, aren't you?

[pointzeropercent]

[If he had a nickel for every time he saw someone turn into some kind of stone or crystal after death, he would have two nickels!]

'He' knows where I am at all times. And I would rather 'he' not find you.

[unweathered]

Hm. Are those blanks yours, then?

[Waving at the teal glowy ones in the gun she has yet to steal off Shalem just yet]

[pointzeropercent]

Actually, this was how the game was when 'we' experienced it. The rounds just got color-coded differently here.

[unweathered]

You can't control a barrel turn. [Schneider had already known that, even as she was keenly familiar with the differences between the blanks and the real ones by hand] But it is possible to mark them for survival.

[pointzeropercent]

[He smiles.]

You don't even need that. You have five dummies, so if you arrange the bullets in the correct way you can beat this with pattern recognition alone.

[prozaic]

Ah, the other one, is it? Or... the one who gave you the scarf. [The green one.]

How noble-- what are you so afraid of?

[pointzeropercent]

No, that one fortunately isn't in here.

[He might be terrified if that person were around.]

'He' wants you to fail. Because if you fail, then 'he' will eventually win.

[prozaic]

[Shalem leans in. Loads the gun as he stares Sou right in the eyes. At least now he's spotted the gimmick, and is pointing at a dummy, even if he makes sure to keep looking at Sou.]

Win in taking you over, you mean.

[pointzeropercent]

[Did he load the bullets in exactly the same way?

And this teal guy flinches away when Shalem speaks to him so directly like that.]

[moodwrecker]

Why? What's going on? Why do we have to do all this messed up stuff?!

[pointzeropercent]

To understand. And to maybe change 'him'.

'I' got us into this situation, and 'he' made things worse. If not for us, then...

[He trails off there.]

[moodwrecker]

[She is trying SO hard to actually think this over instead of simply screaming.]

Because you let yourself get pushed around, and he went around lying?

[pointzeropercent]

[He nods.

Yup that's a pretty accurate summary of what happened.]

[metagame]

[Don't mind him being sick in the corner. Head buried in his knees, and hands over it too.]

[unweathered]

[...she's actually fond of Atem, so have an awkward pat on the back to help him. patpatpat]

[metagame]

Thanks.

[His voice is small yet again, and he hates it.

... This isn't the time for weakness.]

[beathollow]

( YEAH, SHE'S... SHE'S HORRIBLY KIND OF GLAD JOSHUA TOOK RUTILE'S PLACE BECAUSE SHE CAN'T HANDLE LOOKING. )

[metagame]

[It's fine! Joshua gets almost shot all the time!]

[beathollow]

( WILL HER EMOTIONAL SUPPORT GAMERS STOP THIS )