Daud (knifeofdunwall) wrote in valloic, @ 2022-03-16 08:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~plot: deathloop |
Somewhere Else...
The Void itself rattles, and in this corner of it, time resets. Once again, you are guests at an event that has been alternately described as "Rob Zombie's birthday party" and "a terribly planned orgy." You're in the same room as you were the last time you woke up in this situation, but armed with new knowledge, and perhaps a shotgun or two.
“What’s up, sluts?” A voice that could only belong to a degenerate fratboy pharma-bro who got into and out of university on his daddy’s money rings out through the speakers in every room. “The DEVOURING OF THE LAMBS has begun! If you’re not down for some serious debauchery, report to the main stage so we can get you out of here!”
Before you have time to respond, a voice comes from your phone’s speaker. It’s deep and rough, like whiskey poured through gravel. Masculine, but hard to pin an age on, and there’s an echo of something strange in it. This voice feels disconnected from reality as you know it…but you’ve heard it before.
“Aleksis Dorsey doesn’t remember the last Loop. None of them do, except for you…and me. Everything now is exactly as it was when you first arrived–objects, people, places, codes, rumors, all the same. I’ve placed your gifts a little differently this time, though. Maybe, combined with what you know now, you’ll get a little more use out of them. Or maybe you’ll run screaming and naked into a ballroom full of sociopaths. The choices are all yours. If you want to spend millennia listening to terrible music and getting repeatedly murdered, I can’t stop you. I can, however, implore you: please don’t do that. Destroy the anchors. Find the one of your comrades that I can’t touch. Get out of here.”