<div style="background:linear-gradient(to bottom, rgba(0,0,0,0) 590px, rgba(61,66,60,1)620px),url('https://i.postimg.cc/CKqdVJfw/quest.jpg') top no-repeat;margin:auto;border:1px solid #000;width:479px;padding:650px 10px 0px 10px;box-shadow:0px 0px 10px #000;">
<div style="border:3px double #858D61;border-radius:35%/35px 35px 0px 0px;padding:30px 10px 10px 10px;border-bottom:0px;box-shadow:0px 0px 5px #858D61, inset 0px 0px 5px #858D61;color:rgba(0,0,0,0.75);">They reach their obstacles – ice, fire, whatever else seems so impossible to cross for them. Had he ever known fear? If he ever were acquainted with the emotion, the memory has crumbled from him now. None of their troubles bring him any sort of surprise but so little does when he has watched civilizations rise and fall like dramatic tides.
Tentacles thick as California redwoods squirm and flick as though they pull imaginary strings to make his puppets all jump to attention. Each of their loved ones smiles and edges closer now. They just need a little push, is all. And so, the loved ones creep behind them until there is no choice but to move forward. Any attempts to fight them are met with perfect resistance, all while they smile with their eyes so full of love. Is it love for them or is it love for the hurt and betrayal they must feel? No matter, as they shove the lost travelers into their impasse.
They burn, they drown, they freeze, they are crushed, or they are devoured. It makes no difference to him. But this is all a nightmare and the tunnels will not let them perish so easily. The Deep One strums the air with a gnarled claw and they awaken in a massive chamber. Their chosen loved one is there, still smiling, but their shape is even more wrong now – limbs bend the wrong way, some heads are entirely upside down, or their spines show through the skin. He has given up trying to mimic things from their memories. He does not know the shape of love as well as fear.
“S̵o̵ ̵s̷o̶r̷r̵y̵.̶ ̵D̸i̷d̸n̴’̷t̶ ̷m̶e̴a̶n̴ ̶t̴o̶.̵ ̷S̸o̴ ̵s̸o̶r̷r̶y̴.̷ ̷D̵i̸d̷n̷’̶t̷ ̷m̶e̴a̷n̵ ̶t̸o̴,” they chant as they edge closer once more like broken records. Their teeth fall from their jaws and trickle to the ground like ugly pearls. “S̸̞̈ö̷͍́ ̷͍͒s̴͖͝o̴̮̎r̶͓͂r̶̟̽ỳ̸̯.̵̡̅ S̸̞̈ö̷͍́ ̷͍͒s̴͖͝o̴̮̎r̶͓͂r̶̟̽ỳ̸̯.̵̡̅ S̸̞̈ö̷͍́ ̷͍͒s̴͖͝o̴̮̎r̶͓͂r̶̟̽ỳ̸̯.̵̅”
They stand between the stargazers and what seems to be the way out. A pinprick of light at the end of this tunnel seems to promise salvation from whatever nightmare this is. He has made their choice clear: kill. Destroy that which they love or it will only twist and bend further. Slaughter their darlings or spend eternity watching how ugly they can become.
For the first time in centuries, his hearts all flutter and tremble with joy.</div></div>
For this round, you are shoved into the obstacle you chose previously. Briefly describe dying and then murdering your loved one! Don't forget to mention how messed up they look - the grosser, the better. End your post running down the tunnel toward that pinprick of light. Reply by Sunday, February 16th at 11:59pm CST or get your defect. Good luck, uglies!
<div style="border:3px double #858D61;border-radius:35%/35px 35px 0px 0px;padding:30px 10px 10px 10px;border-bottom:0px;box-shadow:0px 0px 5px #858D61, inset 0px 0px 5px #858D61;color:rgba(0,0,0,0.75);">They reach their obstacles – ice, fire, whatever else seems so impossible to cross for them. Had he ever known fear? If he ever were acquainted with the emotion, the memory has crumbled from him now. None of their troubles bring him any sort of surprise but so little does when he has watched civilizations rise and fall like dramatic tides.
Tentacles thick as California redwoods squirm and flick as though they pull imaginary strings to make his puppets all jump to attention. Each of their loved ones smiles and edges closer now. They just need a little push, is all. And so, the loved ones creep behind them until there is no choice but to move forward. Any attempts to fight them are met with perfect resistance, all while they smile with their eyes so full of love. Is it love for them or is it love for the hurt and betrayal they must feel? No matter, as they shove the lost travelers into their impasse.
They burn, they drown, they freeze, they are crushed, or they are devoured. It makes no difference to him. But this is all a nightmare and the tunnels will not let them perish so easily. The Deep One strums the air with a gnarled claw and they awaken in a massive chamber. Their chosen loved one is there, still smiling, but their shape is even more wrong now – limbs bend the wrong way, some heads are entirely upside down, or their spines show through the skin. He has given up trying to mimic things from their memories. He does not know the shape of love as well as fear.
“S̵o̵ ̵s̷o̶r̷r̵y̵.̶ ̵D̸i̷d̸n̴’̷t̶ ̷m̶e̴a̶n̴ ̶t̴o̶.̵ ̷S̸o̴ ̵s̸o̶r̷r̶y̴.̷ ̷D̵i̸d̷n̷’̶t̷ ̷m̶e̴a̷n̵ ̶t̸o̴,” they chant as they edge closer once more like broken records. Their teeth fall from their jaws and trickle to the ground like ugly pearls. “S̸̞̈ö̷͍́ ̷͍͒s̴͖͝o̴̮̎r̶͓͂r̶̟̽ỳ̸̯.̵̡̅ S̸̞̈ö̷͍́ ̷͍͒s̴͖͝o̴̮̎r̶͓͂r̶̟̽ỳ̸̯.̵̡̅ S̸̞̈ö̷͍́ ̷͍͒s̴͖͝o̴̮̎r̶͓͂r̶̟̽ỳ̸̯.̵̅”
They stand between the stargazers and what seems to be the way out. A pinprick of light at the end of this tunnel seems to promise salvation from whatever nightmare this is. He has made their choice clear: kill. Destroy that which they love or it will only twist and bend further. Slaughter their darlings or spend eternity watching how ugly they can become.
For the first time in centuries, his hearts all flutter and tremble with joy.</div></div>
For this round, you are shoved into the obstacle you chose previously. Briefly describe dying and then murdering your loved one! Don't forget to mention how messed up they look - the grosser, the better. End your post running down the tunnel toward that pinprick of light. Reply by Sunday, February 16th at 11:59pm CST or get your defect. Good luck, uglies!