[CONTINUE + 3] INTRO

[foundationmods]

[After so long a trip, you're all finally here. Taken through a hidden passage inside of the very mountain itself, you find yourself standing in front of a field of flowers, growing well due to the open roof above it. If you look up, you can just make out the shimmering colors off of the barrier - looking almost like the shine off of a soap bubble.

Try not to trample on the flowers as you approach the open, purple gate. And remember to wear your masks, now that you're here!

...Still, the sight of the yellow flowers waving in the wind....such a cheery sight fills you with determination for what's to come.

Welcome to the Underground.

...Again. The loop happened again, and you're here. Everything is the same.

Someone who was dead is alive again.

...The man, who's name you forgot...You've just forgotten almost everything about him. Anything he did, or said....there's just a person-shaped hole in your memory now.

You know someone was there, and that he was important. But....

Not only that, But more monster names have faded from your memory.

...You're losing so much.]

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[finalring]

[ silence.

hm.

want to approach? ]

[sageking]

[ ...

He couldn't have knocked him out, could he have? He'll frown and hurry to his side. Sometimes even without his powers, he certainly didn't know his own strength.

Even without his abilities, his body was of that a demigod, and stronger than a normal human's.

He didn't consider that maybe this was a ploy, however. ]

Solomon? Don't tell me I've knocked you unconscious...

[finalring]

[ unfortunately for the golden king, it is a ploy. one he's used a couple of times on unsuspecting demons in order to lull them into a sense of security.

as gilgamesh approaches, he is still, eyes closed as he uses the sound of the shoes on snow to tell when the demigod is approaching.

and once he's close enough-- ]

Take this!

[ he will throw a snowball aimed directly at gilgamesh. ]

[sageking]

[ Annnnd right then he stepped back, turning...

Honest to god, it's far too late anyway, because the snowball hit him straight in the chest. At the very least it didn't cause him to faceplant or anything, but he'll just end up huffing. ]

...Getting back at me for nailing you with that snowball, are you?

[finalring]

Of course I am!

[ is he angry? not really.

is he going to take this chance to throw snow at gilgamesh again? of course! ]

[sageking]

[ uM rude; there's some more snow getting right on his clothes.

...At the same time, he's going to be tossing another snowball at Solomon from such a close range. ]

Careful Solomon, you've no idea what you have wrought.