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UNHOLY DISORDER

You find yourselves in a surprisingly sterile room. It's entirely white, almost blindingly so. There are a few beanbag chairs to sit on, though perhaps not enough for your entire family. On one of the walls, there's a laminated poster of a wheel. At the center of the room is a table with a glass case on top. If you lift the case, you'll find a single red button. Behind a glass panel on the wall is a monitor that is currently off.

Curiously, it does not seem as though you can actually destroy anything in this room (save for a simple note by the button), regardless of how much you may try. The glass will never shatter. The poster cannot be torn into pieces. Furthermore, your blessings and powers are off and none of your personal belongings are actually on your person.

A simple note lays by the button on the table, a reminder of your directive: Will you push the button?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Couldn't you all have just pressed it together? Like a handspile kinda deal?

Yeaaaaah.

That's not how things work around here. Especially not when it's a "protect someone else from feeling responsible," mentality.

Also if there's a way to go insane they'll choose it. Trust.

Oh.

[ looks at the wheel, humming softly. ]

I do way worse than anything on this wheel to people who aren't immortal all the time. I'm happy to accept responsibility here so no one else has to. We're good.

[ swallows ]

... I think you missed the point.

[ he totally missed the point. ]

Can you say it slower? Or write it down? My brain's kinda foggy at the moment.

[ thinks about it. ]

I don't know how Cirrus was? But the Disorder I know tries to decide things with everyone's feelings in mind. Sometimes its hit or miss, sure, but it's like -

Trying to protect each other? And in this case that's an all out button fight to try and make it feel... like whoever did it got it from doing something?