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RATATOSKR

[The room you are in smells like burnt wood and sulfur. The room itself seems uncomfortably hot, but not unbearably so.]

[It's a relatively plain room, with beige wallpaper and a white tile floor. The lights above you are tinted red, and they flicker on and off in regular intervals. There's an old timey wood burning oven affixed to the wall in front of you. Inside the hearth a fire burns, the flames licking and dancing around wooden logs. In a circle, positioned on the other three walls of the room, are seven different doors. Each door has a nameplate on it with the following words written in fancy lettering:]

LUST
GLUTTONY
GREED
PRIDE
WRATH
SLOTH
ENVY

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Quite. [no.] Don't look over here.

Are you... are you really sure? We don't... have a patron... right now...

[I mean piercing the eardrum isn't the worst thing but. Healing.]

Would you rather I prick one of my poor little ears, or let both of them turn black and fall off? I'm certain, Sol.

[he makes an attempt to get up

because he'd rather do it himself

...but that fails because goddamn he's starving

goddamn he should have waited until round 3 he could have taken the ice bath he could have done it he should have done it]

...if you're really sure.

[he doesn't have the strength to fight for it

goddamn he doesn't have the strength to fight for it, he's so useless

~~yay the perils of nearly doubling his self-sacrificial-ness and his personal expectations...~~]