Part 1: Death is not the End
It was going to be okay. That's what you wanted to tell them... no what you needed to say. You wanted to reassure them that everything was fine, that the world wasn't falling apart, even as the edges of your vision blurred, and reality itself seemed to fray at the seams. But before you could get the words out, the world became a blank canvas, a vast nothingness, slowly drowning in a hue of violent, velvet blue.
Your body slipped away, forgotten. Your soul—or whatever remained of it—drifted weightlessly through a void, untethered from the physical realm. There was no pain, no sensation, just an eerie calm as you floated toward eternity. In the distance, faint at first, you heard the sound of music, a woman's voice, soft and soothing, cutting through the silence like a whisper, that you had thought you had known, all your life, but never knew. She sang not for the living, but for the dead, her voice carrying a tune that lulled the lost souls around you. The gentle clatter of a piano accompanied her, its haunting melody wrapping around you like a blanket.
It was a song unlike any you'd ever heard. It was not a hymn of sorrow or lamentation. No, this was a song of contentment, yet tinged with a resonance of something deeper. Mystery. Uncertainty. And in its chords, an invitation—an acceptance of what lay beyond.
But you didn't feel the peace it offered. You couldn't see it the way the others did. Your thoughts rebelled, your mind racing against the lull of that endless song. Breathe in, breathe out you told yourself, clinging to the only rhythm you knew. You felt your chest tighten as if you could still take that one final breath, and let go let your soul float away into the end of all things. To join the sea of souls, to be swallowed by the eternal harmony of death.
Yet... in the most certain and primordial part of your being, you stopped.
You wanted to live.
What was it that kept you away?:
[]Fear: You were afraid that you were not worthy
[]Lonliness: Even in death, you felt alone.
[]Regret: You could not die… you could not join them yet. You still had things to do.
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Yet in your refusal, you were looked at by a force far greater than you. Its very being was beyond everything you could ever imagine. A being of power, only looking at you, as a human did an ant. Yet like a powerful, loving god, it took pity on you. Or maybe it was just surprising that you refused.
And the voice only gave a single phrase.
"So be it."
You felt yourself lurch, and you were pulled into the darkness.
Yet in the void, you could only remember a single thing, but it was fleeting.
What was it?:
[]You were Good
[]You were Evil
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A Hungry Beast. That was what this place was. This infinite abyss of madness and insanity, crime and corruption would be where it would begin.
Yet always in darkness, there was hope. There was light.
And perhaps, there would be something more that you could find in the darkness.
You just had to open your eyes. And find it.
When you open your eyes, what do you see?:
[]A Hospital room: A Man was operating on a woman, cutting her open with a scalpel, trying his best… and there was a cry. Success. "Good, we got the baby out safely." (You will be born among the wealthy of Gotham. The Privileged, and the Wealthy. A Soul that would learn not through experience, but through time. Time… and much more. Starting Status: Strong Heart, Weak Soul. Special Starting Option available.)
[]In an Apartment: The woman screamed in pain, as the final contraction released the babe and the midwife could only look at the time. "Well, you got your kid, congrats. Now, we need to talk about my payment." The Joy of life, being crushed to the reality of hardship (You will be born among Gotham's middle and lower classes, not used to great privilege, but experience, wisdom, and some might call it… Luck. Starting Status: A Balance of Heart and Soul. No Special Option or Persona. Luck Smiles upon you, in ways you do not understand.)
[]In a Drug Den: The Woman just finished giving birth and handed the child to the dealer. "He's worth something for another fix." Life was nothing short of a commodity, to be bought and sold, to the highest bidder. Where everything had its price. (You are born in Poverty, where you have to fight for everything to survive, where no one can trust you. And you can trust no one. Starting Status: Weak Heart, Strong Soul. Special Starting Persona becomes Available)
AN: I want to try this story again, this time without the more game elements and make it far more like an adventure story that I have grown a lot better at writing.
and take a little bit more control of things then leave it to the dice rolls.
