Well, this is an interesting turn of events! What do you think? There's a chance we might escape the worst of it, if we've something to give up worth more than the rest. But what?
Considering the last two games, that does seem likely. I think I'll offer my sight. . . and a favor to each of the echoes running this game, for good measure.
Oh, that's a lovely idea! As for myself, my voice is easy enough to offer, though harder to imagine losing. Just think of it, unable to communicate with others! How would anyone get anything accomplished? Hand gestures only go so far, and only when one has hands with which to give them.
[Words appear on the ground before you in glowing green. “Your sacrifice(s) are to die, by quill or by ink. Make your final peace, then meet your fate.”]
[Of course, if you wait for longer than fifteen minutes, the matter will be taken out of your hands. The oddly metallic pattern of roses on the wall, with their unnervingly long thorns, peel off the paper and lash out — they snake themselves around the doomed sacrifice and squeeze, ever so gently and ever so slowly. It’s a long death by exsanguination for you poor lost soul, as the thorns stab deep, like so many tiny knives.
Not to worry, though! They will only hurt the sacrifice, even if the other partner tries to attack them or pull them off. The thorns won’t so much as cut the skin.]
I'm not sure how this will affect me. Whether or not anything of my body remains, see to it that I am restored.
For now, goodbye.
[stabs the quill deeply into one end of his emblem and drags it across in a swift motion- he takes a shuddering breath and coughs up something like blood, but it 'evaporates' quickly into pixel-y blocks before fading away]
[annnd then he goes limp. his body stays there but it gets a little. . . glitchy. bits of it sort of breaking off and floating away to disappear in blocky fragments. kinda like this but a lot less extensive]
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[hm]
Death in games is not permanent. I would rather fight than simply be deleted, but if we fail I could. . . how is it said? 'Take one for the team.'
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Which is why we should avoid failure.
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Only half of the sacrifices will be accepted, so we need to ensure ours is sufficient.
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[maybe old fashioned bribery will help too??]
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[for maximum inconvenience]
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DECISION
[Minotaur offers his sight, and favors to both Echoes in charge of the game: 7]
[Nymph offers her voice: 8.5]
FAILURE
[Words appear on the ground before you in glowing green. “Your sacrifice(s) are to die, by quill or by ink. Make your final peace, then meet your fate.”]
[Of course, if you wait for longer than fifteen minutes, the matter will be taken out of your hands. The oddly metallic pattern of roses on the wall, with their unnervingly long thorns, peel off the paper and lash out — they snake themselves around the doomed sacrifice and squeeze, ever so gently and ever so slowly. It’s a long death by exsanguination for you poor lost soul, as the thorns stab deep, like so many tiny knives.
Not to worry, though! They will only hurt the sacrifice, even if the other partner tries to attack them or pull them off. The thorns won’t so much as cut the skin.]
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We're meant to do it ourselves?
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Are these our only options?
[asking to the air, hey echoes where r u]
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"You may use whatever means you like, or wait for our means if you prefer."]
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[uncertainly touches the emblem on his chest]
Although, if I damaged this, then maybe. . .
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[picks up the quill]
On second thought, I would rather do it myself than wait until it suits their whim.
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For now, goodbye.
[stabs the quill deeply into one end of his emblem and drags it across in a swift motion- he takes a shuddering breath and coughs up something like blood, but it 'evaporates' quickly into pixel-y blocks before fading away]
[annnd then he goes limp. his body stays there but it gets a little. . . glitchy. bits of it sort of breaking off and floating away to disappear in blocky fragments. kinda like this but a lot less extensive]
[at least it's kind of fascinating to watch??]
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i must know how this works]
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[maybe later]
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[but his limbs should all stay attached at least]
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