---
id: creature1_1
line:

 - text: >
     The mass before you rhythmically pulsates with warm radiance, constantly shifting its shape into intricate pieces
     of architecture. They look like cathedrals and ziggurats of impossibly intricate design, building themselves in the void,
     only to change into something grander between pulses of the creature.
   
   choices:
     - text: Dare to look at it, move closer.
       link: creature1_2a
       
     - text: Move away, escape.
       link: creature1_2b
       
       

---
id: creature1_2a
line:

 - text: >
     Thousands of male and female bodies make the creation. Each of them - physically perfect. They move in a unison,
     ordered by patterns of shapes they take. Fiercely copulating and fighting, but each in their connected place,
     within given rhythm.
     
   choices:
     - text: Get captured by the rhythm, float towards the collective.
       link: creature1_2aa
       
       
       
---
id: creature1_2aa
line:

 - text: >
     Your light joins the shamans in their pulsing. Your self is no more, it's a building block in the design of long-dead fools, who had burnt themselves bargaining for real estate with eternity. You live their dream of making, fighting and screwing until the World Eater gazes upon your particular speck of shimmering dust under its wings.

line:

 - text: >
     Your kind sees them as wings, don't you?

   image: ending4  

   choices:
     - text: The End
       script: |
         controller.quit()       

       
       
       
---
id: creature1_2b
line:

 - text: >
     Struggling to gather every single bit of your will, you try to move away from the ordered creation, so unnatural in the endless fields of chaos around.
     In a hurry, you pass a small figure, that is observing the whole picture from some distance.

line:

 - text: >
     Suddenly you feel a small tentacle wrapping around your ankle and pulling you back towards the figure. It tosses you like a puppet, and leaves you dangling before the very old pair of eyes on a youthful face.

line:

 - text: >
     - Hello. $\n
     
line:

 - text: >
     A musical voice sounds within your head. Its tone is genuinely amused.
     
   choices:
     - text: Look over the figure.
       link: creature1_3
       
       
---
id: creature1_3
line:

 - text: >
     Young and slim, he hangs erect, hands behind his back. Dressed in robes that seem to be a part of its body, folding into tentacles where legs should be. Covered all over in a thin layer of ash that glistens on his eyelashes, letting through a steady and confident glow.
     
   image: priest_png    

line:

 - text: >
     -So you don't want to join us?

line:

 - text: >
     The tentacle starts crawling up your leg, slowly examining every inch of your skin. Sensation is tingling, but not unpleasant. Nevertheless, you know it could rip the last of your light to shreds if it wanted to.

line:

 - text: >
     -We bet that if you knew us better, you would stay.  
     
   choices:
     - text: Dare to shake your head.
       link: creature1_4
       
       
---
id: creature1_4
line:

 - text: >
     The second tentacle starts to rub the back of your head. The feeling is ecstatic. $\n 
     -Oh come on, we have everything you could ever desire. $\n 
     Third tentacle starts moving up and down your spine.

line:

 - text: >
     -Comfort of flesh, safety, unity. Immortality. Countless generations of us burned in the deserts of the forgotten world to build us, you know. $\n
     Tentacles turn you towards the structure, weakening their hold.     

   choices:
     - text: Look at it.
       link: creature1_5
       

---
id: creature1_5
line:

 - text: >
     Thousands of male and female bodies make the creation. Each of them - physically perfect. They move in a unison,
     ordered by patterns of shapes they take. Fiercely copulating and fighting, but each in their connected place, within
     given rhythm.     
   choices:
     - text: Get captured by the rhythm, float towards the collective.
       link: creature1_end1

     - text: Turn away, raise the sword.
       link: creature1_6


---
id: creature1_end1
line:

 - text: >
     Your light joins the shamans in their pulsing. Your self is no more, it's a building block in the design of long-dead fools, who had burnt themselves bargaining for real estate with eternity. You live their dream of making, fighting and screwing until the World Eater gazes upon your particular speck  of shimmering dust under it's wings.

line:

 - text: >
     Your kind sees them as wings, don't you?     

   image: ending4  
  
   choices:
     - text: The End
       script: |
         controller.quit()       
       
       
---
id: creature1_6
line:

 - text: >
     You float facing the priest, pointing the sabre at him. Blade still sheathed in a desperate warning. Three tentacles snake to the sides, tip behind your field of vision. But the priest seems calm.

line:

 - text: >
     In his eyes, you see a reflection of a different figure. This one is chunky and powerful, dressed in a loincloth and a breastplate instead of robes. He holds a large wooden blade with obsidian shards attached to the edge.
     
   images:
     background: wooden_sword_png     

line:

 - text: >
     The same melodic voice enters your mind, mixed with another, deeper and more harsh. Two voices speak the same words at the same time.

   choices:
     - text: Listen.
       link: creature1_7

       
---
id: creature1_7
line:

 - text: >
     -We haven't had the need to consume free travelers like yourself since the time when we hunted and devoured our own gods all across the ruined skies.

line:

 - text: >
     You are free to go, if you wish. Know only that you won't find any peace in the void, and freedom is just a delusion of those unable to build. Your journey will be short, and it will end in oblivion. None of our foolish sons who walked this path into the unknown have ever returned.

   choices:
     - text: ...
       link: creature1_7z 
       script: controller.showStaticDiceView ()


---
id: creature1_7z
       
line:

 - text: >
     -But if you wish a battle, we will oblige. It's been a long time since we dueled somebody who isn't us. If you win, you will get to ravish this body, making it a part of yourself. The power in it is old and plenty enough to make you shine through the void. The rest of us wouldn't mind, other will take the place of the champion. $\n 
     If you lose, the warrior in us will get end you. $\n 
     Choose.     

   choices:
     - text: Draw your blade, try your luck.
       link: creature1_7a

       script: |
         controller.hideStaticDiceView ()
         controller.roll()
         
         if (success) 
              { controller.setNextElementID ("creature1_end3a")}         
         else { controller.setNextElementID ("creature1_end3b")}
         
         controller.diceSequence()
         

     - text: Move away past the champion, back into chaos.
       link: creature1_end2
       
   
   
---
id: creature1_7a

line:

 - text: >
     And so the mortal struggle begins. 

   choices:
     - text:   

       
       
---
id: creature1_end2
line:

 - text: >
     The mess of ended fates in your way lies further then a mind can fathom. A whole universe full of suffering. Broken worlds where every road covered in blood. Your choice in denying the old builders may be foolish and you will regret it before you fade. So be it, you will endure somehow. On your own power.
     
line:

 - text: >
     Willing your way towards distant lights, you feel alone and free.        
       

       
       
---
id: creature1_end3a
line:

 - text: >
     In a single jolt of will, you dance around the warriors brutal swing.

   choices:
     - text: ...
       link: creature1_end3aa 
       

---
id: creature1_end3aa
   
line:

 - text: >
     Almost feeling the jagged edges pass near, you slash through him in a single impossible sweep. Steel crumbles, but only after taking one more life.

line:

 - text: >
     Spread ashen flesh lays before you, parts of priest's shell and warriors soul mixed together, fiery organs trying to fit together.

line:

 - text: >
     You touch it, taking it all in. Power flows through your fingers along with the whispers of wisdom. Ash starts to slowly cover your body, glowing dimmer then champions, but offering protection and hiding. This will last you a while indeed.

   choices:
     - text: ...
       link: creature1_end3aaa
       script: |
         controller.endDiceSequence()


---
id: creature1_end3aaa


line:

 - text: >
     As you finish your feast, you notice another figure watching you from a distance. Taller and more feminine, she wears the same robes as the champion before her. 

line:

 - text: >
     As you float away into the wide nothing, full of taken power and pride, you hear a mocking echo of a girlish laughter.


   image: ending4  
     
   choices:
     - text: The End
       script: |
         controller.quit ()
     
     
---
id: creature1_end3b
line:

 - text: >
     You try to block the incoming blow, but it crashes through your sword, breaking it in pieces. Obsidian rips you open, the polished wood widens the gap, obliterating all in its way. All that was you. Agony isn't long, and you felt it before. This time it ends.
    
   image: ending4  
     
   choices:
     - text: The End
       script: |
         controller.quit ()
                       