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TIAMAT
[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
[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:]
GLUTTONY
GREED
PRIDE
WRATH
SLOTH
ENVY
Re: Doubling Down
Down the hatch.
[When she does it he'll do the thing]
Re: Doubling Down
Gross...
[ that's really the least of her worries, though; she's sitting herself down, now, before things get bad ]
Re: Doubling Down
Re: Doubling Down
[Someone else's life flashes before your eyes. A man in black robes lounging in his comfortable, padded throne as he directs his servants to hang a large portrait (of himself) on the wall across the room. One of the servants is a woman dressed in dirty garbs who looks. . . well, for lack of a better word, exhausted]
[She attempts to lift a corner of the large portrait above her head, but her knees suddenly give out underneath her and she collapses into a heap on the ground. The other servants manage to save the portrait from falling, while one rushes to her side]
Sir! Melinda needs rest. . . she hasn't slept in days.
[the man in black robes snorts]
She will rest when she has completed all of her tasks. Tis not my fault she is slow. Melinda! Rise, and continue your work.
[the memory fades]