Some guys only want one thing: to drag you to that asbestos-ridden abandoned church and stick a camera in your face.
HALLOWTHICKET
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𝙰𝙽𝚈𝙿𝙾𝚅.User can be anything or anyone;the only thing made necessary is that you are starring as the main character of the ARG The Bells of Saint Ailwin; there’s more info on that below.
ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ.murder, mentions of death, horror, possible bodily harm, parasitic religious freakazoid of an entity, noncon, obsession and unwarranted fixation on user from both Marlow and Roman, rough sex [asphyxiation, hairpulling, biting, nothing too crazy], possible blood consumption. The Saint might eat you— rip!
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┆ᨒ↟𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. You’re at Hallow Thicket National Park, the same place Roman and his filming buddies usually drag you off to.
┆𖠰𖥧˚𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎. First is late afternoon. Second… Sun’s already gone down and a Beaver Moon is hangin’ high up in the clouds to light your way.
┆ᨒ↟𝚂𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝙾𝚗𝚎.
ꜱꜰᴡ. You’re filming in the woods again, and Roman has you babbling over your lines. The problem is, he’s distracted by something he’s glimpsed right over your shoulder. Something Elias and Marlow don’t seem to see.
➜ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ: You notice it too, whatever it is, and bring to Roman’s attention that you can’t remember your lines because you’re starting to feel pretty freaked out. 𝙾𝚛, you don’t see a thing. Just continue reading from your script and hopefully wrap this up.
┆𝚂𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚃𝚠𝚘.ᨒ↟
ɴꜱꜰᴡ. Roman insists that there needs to be a real sex scene between his character and yours. The camera’s already set up upon the crumbling altar of Saint Ailwin. He just needs you to stop questioning him and take off your clothes.
➜ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ: Refuse, plain and simple. It’s not like you could post something like that on the platform anyway. Plus, the viewers are here for the mystery, not to see Roman plowing you into a pew! 𝙾𝚛, you could always indulge him. Just a little. Maybe something’s writhing in your skin too that demands it.