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myhungryass) wrote2024-08-04 09:33 am
myhungryass) wrote2024-08-04 09:33 am
Laios's Heart Game
It's dark, and you are not quite conscious. You have the sense that you are climbing; that you have been climbing for a long time. You can feel the burn in your thighs, the ache in your calves. You're a little too hot, and what you're wearing is a little too heavy. You have the sense of taking a last weary, heaving step onto a plateau.
You find yourself in a dark, blank place, dominated by a huge, dead monster, building sized, as big as a tower. Each of its enormous heads that you can see laid out before you is easily the size of a ballroom. There is blood on its lips and nostrils, blood crusted around its empty eye-sockets, but there is a feeling of hollowness about it. On second thought, you're not quite sure if it's a corpse or a moult.
There is no sign of the stairs you vaguely remember climbing. You are standing on the surface of some opaque black liquid. It feels almost completely solid under your feet, springy, but your footsteps leave ripples spreading out in rings... all around you is a velvety, impenetrable darkness. The only thing you can see is the vast, lifeless beast in front of you, illuminated as if by spotlights, though no actual light-source can be found.
Its orifices are mostly clogged with blood, but somehow, as you stare at it, one vaulted nostril on the wolf's head begins to seem like an archway... the lolling tongue hanging out of the rhinoceros's head like an entry ramp... the exposed, hollow eye-socket on the eagle's head like a portal...
Of course, if you're not quite ready to step inside a monster, you could keep walking around its body and see what you find.
You find yourself in a dark, blank place, dominated by a huge, dead monster, building sized, as big as a tower. Each of its enormous heads that you can see laid out before you is easily the size of a ballroom. There is blood on its lips and nostrils, blood crusted around its empty eye-sockets, but there is a feeling of hollowness about it. On second thought, you're not quite sure if it's a corpse or a moult.
There is no sign of the stairs you vaguely remember climbing. You are standing on the surface of some opaque black liquid. It feels almost completely solid under your feet, springy, but your footsteps leave ripples spreading out in rings... all around you is a velvety, impenetrable darkness. The only thing you can see is the vast, lifeless beast in front of you, illuminated as if by spotlights, though no actual light-source can be found.
Its orifices are mostly clogged with blood, but somehow, as you stare at it, one vaulted nostril on the wolf's head begins to seem like an archway... the lolling tongue hanging out of the rhinoceros's head like an entry ramp... the exposed, hollow eye-socket on the eagle's head like a portal...
Of course, if you're not quite ready to step inside a monster, you could keep walking around its body and see what you find.
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He'll take in the sights for a while, but eventually he'll realize that there's nothing in here for him, and no one else around. And then he'll (very hesitantly) make his way into the rhinoceros's head.]
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His stomach growls. His mouth floods with saliva. It smells good in here. As he walks into the red cavern of its mouth, he'll only grow hungrier.
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Strangely, it's better lit in here than it was outside. The walls of the mouth are vivid pink and red, the clear pathway down the esophagus easy to see.
As soon as he steps up to it, there's an enormous gulp, all around him, and he's swallowed. There's nothing he can do. One moment he's walking carefully forward, and the next he's sliding helplessly, rushing along, squeezed down by that powerful contraction of muscle, slick fluid making it impossible to find purchase.
As he's dragged along, a memory washes over him.
He lands with a thump in a dark, cavernous space, on a flagstone floor. Before him are three large archways. Between him and the archways sits a familiar figure.
It's Kabru...? He is almost cross-legged, one knee up with the foot planted on the floor. There's a slightly dangerous light in his blue eyes. Also, there's a big ol' hickey on his neck and he is not wearing a shirt.
He doesn't speak.
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Speaking of trips, though, Leonard Miller Caterpillar is startled by the sudden gulp as he transfers from the beast's gullet to some sort of strange cave. The memory of Falin being eaten unnerves him even further, but he doesn't know what to do about it.
He's relieved, at least, when he sees Kabru.]
Ah! Kabru! Are you okay, pizza party?
[He totters over toward Kabru, excited to see his friend.]
Did you get eaten too?
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[He gives a little smile to his best friend in the world, and then turns around to look at the cave around them.]
We should try to find a way out, pizza party.
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You live up in Flood House, with me.
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[He doesn't get it. He looks up at the part of the ceiling he must have fallen down from, and then back at the Kabru in front of him.]
Is this Kabru my friend too?
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"Of course I am."
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And I'll be lonely without you.
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Okay, pizza party.
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[He accepts the mirror and then looks at Kabru hesitantly. Like he wants to hug the man but isn't sure if that's socially appropriate to do with his best friend or not. He doesn't have a ton of experience with friends, after all.]
Um. Which way to leave this room?
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[And with that, he'll totter out of the room.]
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Floating in the air in the center of the pit is a twenty-sided gem, bright and gleaming. It looks so tasty. It even looks like he might be able to reach it...
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He looks at the gem, and it does look tasty. But he also wants to see if the mirror works, so he'll give it a rub and speak into it.]
Um. Hello, pizza party? Kabru? There's a gem.
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