Birds, cats, Bats, Rats, and other other assorted animals are everywhere you'll find
Alice in wonderland is an inspiration for some of project moon wily and it is no less philosophical if not silly
Don't worry. nothing too serious. but there are paper cranes. alas, there is not enough budget for original birds. Stupid copyright law. although the paper cranes are more suitable for our current head of the extraction team)
Don't worry. nothing too serious. but there are paper cranes. alas, there is not enough budget for original birds. Stupid copyright law. although the paper cranes are more suitable for our current head of the extraction team)
You decided to quickly follow the man and the children. Something was wrong here, you could feel it intensify more as you approach them. The children did not seem to be fully aware, if anything, they seem like they were more like sleepwalking than actually following him of their free will.
You frowned, despite being used to see death and horrors wrought in your time in the facility, you did not enjoy this, perhaps because of the memories of Tiphereth A doing this, but you could not leave those children alone with that man. Something about him seems off. Like, it was something dangerous and just... wrong.
So, you quickly entered into the group of children, pretending like you were in a similar state, hoping he didn't notice you being the odd one out. Luckily, it seems it works as when he glances back, another child in hand, he didn't bother to count. If anything, it seems he was trying to get more and more children before, for whatever purpose it is was, and you knew that it was bound to be a gruesome one.
And you were proven right when you all arrived to what you assume is the base of the most definitely Serial Killer. How fitting it would be the sewers he would hide in, along with any accomplices and tools for all his murders as well. Now then, you just needed to now find a way to quickly escape and alert the local authorities, however, you would soon find yourself not going through it.
Why? Because right now, you saw the murderer's accomplice, and he was much more dangerous than what you suspected maybe he was the real serial killer. A tall figure clad in black and purple robes with flaring pieces of cloth, reminding you of a flower. His skin reminded you of a corpse. Bulging eyes looking around everywhere akin to a fish as black oily hair barely reflected the lights down here. In his hands was a book that reminded you of a few Abnormalities like Skin Prophecy due to how it seems to be made of flesh with screaming face on the front.
All in all, he was the definition of evil murderer.
"Hey Mister~! Got the latest batch~!" The man who has captured all the children said happily like he had just gone to an amusement park and had the greatest time of his life.
"Good Ryuunosuke." The man said and you shivered in disgust from it, it was wrong, so wrong......
As you were dealing with how to get a better grip of yourself, it seems that they already beginning..... Oh no.... no.... no! Already they have begun, starting off with another group of children they had.
You had thought you were prepared, watching deaths after deaths, horror after horror, and you were. But that was due to a combination of memories and the perception filter easing the shock of them all, however, when you see in person.
SPLAT!
A child's head was smashed into a bloody pulp with a wet and meaty squelch.
SQUELCH!
Another was thrown into a wall, splattering against from the Mister's strength.
CRUNCH!
Two were smashed together to form an obscene shrine of depravity, as if to mock some sort of God in a blasphemous mockery. Bones were crunched and grinded into dust from the sheer force of their bodies being bent that way behind what is humanely possible.
One more was thrown into a pile of a crude structure, the bodies bloodied, battered and forming a high tower, reminding you absentmindedly of another tower you saw.
On and on this depraved show went, you could have moved or screamed, but you couldn't..... the shock was overwhelming you, you thought you could handle this with the aide of the memories and the perception filter with the experience they brought you, but it turns.... you couldn't. The death, the blood, the torture, the screams, oh god, the screams were the worst of it all.
Soon, what was a veritable group of children, soon turned into only a few left And once the two got ready to start once more, discussing this as though this was some art gallery or a coffee break, you snapped. Something deep inside you roared out, and something answered.
Light gathered around your hands, you clenched down at the weapon, rage filling your body as reason was swept away with only one thing in mind.
Kill the two in front of you with the weapon that whispered to you, numerous voices whispering chanting and driving you.
One such whisper that stuck out to you was.....
[ ] In the name of Love and Justice~ Here comes Magical Girl! [ ] People have been committing sins since long ago. "Why do they commit sins, knowing it's wrong?" [ ] Where does one go when they die? [ ] I am coming to you. You, who will be reduced to ash like me.
You had thought you were prepared, watching deaths after deaths, horror after horror, and you were, but that was due to a combination of memories and the perception filter, easing the shock of them all, however, when you see in person.
SPLAT!
A child's head was smashed into a bloody pulp with a wet and meaty squelch.
SQUELCH!
Another was thrown into a wall, splattering against from the Mister's strength.
CRUNCH!
Two were smashed together to form an obscene shrine of depravity, as if to mock some sort of God in a blasphemous mockery. Bones were crunched and grinded into dust from the sheer force of their bodies being bent that.
One more was thrown into a pile of a crude structure of a tower, the bodies bloodied, battered and even more so a high tower of it as well, letting you absentmindedly remember of another tower you saw.
On and on this depraved show went, you could have move or scream, but you couldn't..... the shock was overwhelming you, you thought you could handle this with the aide of the memories and the perception filter with the experience they brought you, but it turns.... you couldn't. The death, the blood, the torture, the screams, oh god, the screams were the worst of it all.
Roland: Kid, you think this is bad? They've only been doing this for a couple days. The Blood-Red Night had been doing this for years before we finally tracked her down.
Roland: Kid, you think this is bad? They've only been doing this for a couple days. The Blood-Red Night had been doing this for years before we finally tracked her down.
[X] In the name of Love and Justice~ Here comes Magical Girl!
At the same time, the most powerful and most useful weapon that can provide access to healing, which is incredibly valuable in itself. It can be a bit risky mentally, but when your opponent is a Servant, you don't go for half-measures. And I want to destroy these monsters for sure.
[X] In the name of Love and Justice~ Here comes Magical Girl!
At the same time, the most powerful and most useful weapon that can provide access to healing, which is incredibly valuable in itself. It can be a bit risky mentally, but when your opponent is a Servant, you don't go for half-measures. And I want to destroy these monsters for sure.
No need to worry too much in that regard, X has a very durable mind
Such things only await you should your sanity snap or you body is damaged too much
That's when fun like that begins
I am going to be sincere here. Magical Girl really is the most useful option. It has heals, damage, and a fuckoff beam. But here's the thing: it isn't as cool.
Sure, it's cool, if you look at it in a void. But next to Funeral? To this guy, to a sharply-dressed emissary of death? To the sheer cool factor of Solemn Lament and its eight die?
Sorry, not sorry. Take the butterfly, guys. Choose to dress to impress. Waltz right there like the goddamn Men In Black, guns blazing. Do the right thing: vote Funeral of Dead Butterflies.
