Carnival of La Manchaland
"In this endlessly... this eternally... blessed carnival..." The parade brings happy exclamations and smiles to the spectators. It's gaudy and extravagant no matter where or how we look at it. It's just like the lyrics... it feels as though the carnival really is eternally blessed to go on forever. "Oh." Someone lets out a brief cry of pain, and a rusty syringe clatters to the ground. "B-blood! Blood!" "J-just a drop, please...!" The parade falls apart immediately as everyone rushes madly toward the syringe. It's like they don't even realize who or what's around them; they seem just about ready to rip apart whatever that stands in their way. Should we stop them?
Choices
Lust
Sloth{0} walks ahead and approaches one of the Bloodfiends on the fringes of the large crowd, tapping their shoulder. "...!" The Bloodfiends immediately turn around and begin charging at {0}, but when {0} shouts something out loud, they all come to a stop, frozen in place. "Aaugh, aaaaaagghhhh!!!" Some more words were said, but we couldn't quite catch any of them as they were drowned in the sea of screams. It wasn't long before the terrified Bloodfiends sped away from the scene. All that remained was a hardened, blood droplet-shaped thing. Perhaps the fluid from the syringe solidified.
We can't give them our blood... nor do we have any reason to. Hmm, perhaps we can - "The hell are you?! Get outta my way!" As we stood there gawking and pondering, the Bloodfiends, who had advanced right up to {0}'s face, push {0} to the ground. ... We really have to get out of here before things get out of hand. Even more than it has already, that is.
- Lose 5% HP (the chosen Sinner)
- Lose 10 SP
Nothing happened.
