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rip u

welcome to hell
leave your coat and hat at the door

>Implying Ian isn't the sexiest GILF

wrong

also woo yuri's cafe is staffed by the heroines of a visual novel

((Except you don't even know if it's that kind of trap and you don't even know if you've succeeded yet.))

yes
because it's fun to wake up to 20 pages of rp without having said a word in the rp you started >_>

also
maeonan confirmed

rip

no wait what when i quoted that post i wasn't applying my application is gonna be different

.-.

And then the ripple explodes and all are enshrouded in black.

Black. Nothing but black.

Nothing but darkness- no. Darkness can't describe what you perceive at this in time. Darkness implies an absence of light, but not this. This....this is worse.

Oblivion is more like it. Nothing, forever and ever and everandeverandever-

No, wait. You can see your party members, floating in the void near you.

And in front of you floats something indescribable.

A mass of tendrils, squirming- no wait, no, it's a mass of heads of unknown fanged creatures, gnashing at some unseen prey- no, wait, a chorus of screaming faces, their black eyes melting into bubbling acidic streams pouring down their cheeks and into their mouths as their screams seem to yell for your name- no, now a mass of eyeballs, some bursting into sickening red globs of something-

Even simply being near this creature instills some sort of primal, instinctive fear, deep down in the recesses of the mind. The part that once feared the dark, the things that moved in shadows, that which lay beyond the light.

This, you know already, is a Trespasser's soul. You barely have enough time to react before, immediately, you feel yourself beginning to be diminished, squashed from existence and reduced to nothing. The Trespasser slowly, but surely, is using its will to destroy you, to crush your soul into nothing and consume the dead husk that is left behind. The fear of oncoming death fills you, but not for long.

Soon, it is replaced by one of deep calm, of contentment. For a moment, you even feel as if giving in would be a good idea. Just a moment.

And then you are brought back to reality. Your death draws near.

But yet you refuse to die.

You struggle. You claw back. You fight back. Either way, you resist.
How do you resist the all-crushing Trespasser's influence?
((Yes, this is perfect time for badass speeches calling out the Trespassers, shows of determination, full hamminess, etc. etc. or in Motya's case, being Motya. ))