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Alma Heart Game

You fall into mud. It is sticky and sucking and cloying and whether you stay still and try to remain calm or struggle and try to get out, you're sucked downward. You can't breathe, you can't (of course) see, and you can feel the crushing weight of earth on you. When the blackness becomes overwhelming, you find yourself somewhere else...

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The flesh path continues through the opening in the corpse room which winds up, and twists and turns so much that for segments of it you have to pull yourself up with your hands on the pulsing flesh like climbing a cliff.

But it evens out after a while and again, chains and bars start to pull the flesh back and force it to separate. Mostly chains, though, way more chains than before, winding and tugging and pulling more and more to the point that you'd have to push them aside to touch any flesh at all.

Eventually they form an opening of a sort, almost all metal, winding clanking chains shifting and pulling ever tighter. The room itself seems to have been some kind of woman's bedroom, though it's hard to tell under the mass of metal. Chains cover the bed, the dresser, the dress stand next to it. As well as those, you can make out (all wrapped up in chains) a bookcase, a rocking chair, and a washbasin.

You may be more interested in the...decoration? On the 'roof'. The chains wind up and around the body of a woman, keeping her tied up overhead. She's in her mid-thirties, with shoulder-length blond hair, and while she's no unearthly beauty she's nice enough to look at, the chains marking out a curvy body.

She is also crying, and apparently injured, blood dripping down from the chains wrapping her midsection. A knife sticks out of her, from between two chains.

There is no way out except the way you came.

[It's a little difficult to make this trip one-handed given that he's being careful to hold onto the heart, but eventually they both get to the bedroom and--]

Oh, no.

[Trying to approach the woman and determine just where the knife is sticking and how deeply it's in her.]

Looks like it's from her lower abdomen, about four inches above where her groin probably is.

[...he doesn't know anything about treating injuries. And his outfit is some kind of super-suit material so he can't tear strips of it off to serve as bandages thanks Nick Fury.]

Try to hold on, okay? I'm going to try to help.

[He's going to try a different tack and start carefully examining the chains to see if he can find a weak point in any of them.]

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"It's... all right," she breathes.

It's really not all right that you're hurt like this, but I don't want to make it worse until I've got some way to patch you up.

[Finding a chain that doesn't seem to be immediately connected to the woman for now, twining his left hand in it, and attempting to snap the links with super-strength. So much for trying not to break anything.]

I'm of the past.

[The chain snaps, then tries to wrap around your wrist.]

Sure, but--oops.

[Tries to pull the metal hand away from the chains while still holding onto the heart with the flesh-and-blood one.]

[they let go, then wind back together.]

This place wants to be tied up like that...?

[He doesn't get it. But it's time to try to help the woman. He goes and gets a blouse from Trisha at the dresser, comes back while tearing it into a few strips of fabric (careful not to drop the heart or anything), and approaches the woman again.]

All right. I'm going to try to help you. You ready?

If... you can.

[tries to relax where she's hanging from the ceiling]

[ ON THE OTHER HAND Trisha's going to see if he can look through the dresser, get around the chains somehow. ]

You can shift the chains somewhat to open the dresser drawers.

Inside is just -- folded uniforms. If victorian women wore a military uniform, with skirt and bustle and so on, it would look like this.

[ If he can, he's going to try to steal a skirt. ]

[You now have 1 voluminous skirt.]

[ This is the best day ever! Trisha's going to slip it on over his ruby uniform pants and then look over to see if there's anything interesting in the bookcase. ]

Do you want a bustle too there are bustles in the drawer.

There are a few romance novels on the bookshelf.

[ He considers it but naw it's kinda hot in here still and he doesn't just want to ditch his uniform all over Alma's heart.

Romance novels! Boring, he'd better go see what Buckster wants. ]

[Coming over here.]

Hey, Trisha--

[Uh. Moving on...]

Hand me some more clothing? I need cloth, something I can tear.

Oh, ok, here.

[ He grabs a blouse and tosses it his way. ]

[Catches.]

Thanks.

... You aren't going to try to remove that knife in her, right?

I was going to...

[ Grabbing that shirt back and smacking him with it ]

You're a fucking idiot. If you pull it out, she's good as dead.

But we can't just leave her here with a knife in her!

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