Spectrum
Caelyn Sandel (as Colin Sandel)
profanity SpeedIF Jacket 4
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All is light. All should be light.

But it's not, and there is weight on your feet. Something isn't right.

You were in the middle of something just now. What was it?

You are standing in the center of a colorwheel, its hues sliding away from your perception on all sides. Several dark gray statues in varying states of disrepair stand nearby.

You can see a diary entry, a map, a broken killer statue, a broken mother statue, a broken target statue and a broken savior statue here.
About you
As good-looking as ever.
You examine diary
It's part of a diary entry written on a scrap of journal paper. It reads, "By the time I knew what I had to do, nothing remained in my heart but the admiration I had reserved for myself. I knew my family would be stricken with terror, and I should have felt loathing for the action I was about to take, but this is the price of vigilance and everything else was stricken from my heart."
You look at map
Anticipation    Optimism        Joy             Love            Trust Aggressiveness  Vigilance       Ecstacy         Admiration
Submission
Anger           Rage            CENTER          Terror          Fear Contempt        Loathing        Grief           Amazement       Awe Disgust         Remorse         Sadness         Disapproval
Surprise
You look at the killer statue
The killer stands resolute with weapon in hand, but his face betrays the most unpleasant of feelings.
You examine the mother statue
She covers her face with her hands, unable to contain her emotion.
You look at the savior statue
Open arms, ready to love anyone who does precisely as he asks.
You take all
diary entry: Taken.
map: Taken.
Go northeast
You can see a crime here.
You look at the crime
too vile to touch, too horrible to forgive, too sad to keep closer than the furthest corner of the mind.
You take the crime
Taken.
You go to the south-west
You are standing in the center of a colorwheel, its hues sliding away from your perception on all sides. Several dark gray statues in varying states of disrepair stand nearby.

You can see a broken killer statue, a broken mother statue, a broken target statue and a broken savior statue here.
You take the mother statue
The broken mother statue is far too heavy to lift.
You look at map
Anticipation    Optimism        Joy             Love            Trust Aggressiveness  Vigilance       Ecstacy         Admiration
Submission
Anger           Rage            CENTER          Terror          Fear Contempt        Loathing        Grief           Amazement       Awe Disgust         Remorse         Sadness         Disapproval
Surprise
Go southwest
You can see a victim here.
You look at the victim
you should not have done this, a good man as you know him to be should not die this way

you should not have done this, a good man as you know him to be should not die this way
You look at diary entry
It's part of a diary entry written on a scrap of journal paper. It reads, "By the time I knew what I had to do, nothing remained in my heart but the disapproval I had reserved for myself. I knew my family would be stricken with terror, and I should have felt disapproval for the action I was about to take, but this is the price of vigilance and everything else was stricken from my heart."
Inventory
You are carrying:
a victim
a crime
a map
a diary entry
Go north
You can see a family here.
You look at the family
Five stages over and over, knowledge without comprehension, an undending and terrible cycle
You take the family
Taken.
Go west
You can see a purpose here.
You look at the purpose
you must not question, you must only do exactly as you are told to do. no other choice.
Inventory
You are carrying:
a purpose
a family
a victim
a crime
a map
a diary entry
You look at the diary
It's part of a diary entry written on a scrap of journal paper. It reads, "By the time I knew what I had to do, nothing remained in my heart but the vigilance I had reserved for myself. I knew my family would be stricken with vigilance, and I should have felt vigilance for the action I was about to take, but this is the price of vigilance and everything else was stricken from my heart."
You examine diary
It's part of a diary entry written on a scrap of journal paper. It reads, "By the time I knew what I had to do, nothing remained in my heart but the the center I had reserved for myself. I knew my family would be stricken with the center, and I should have felt the center for the action I was about to take, but this is the price of the center and everything else was stricken from my heart."
You examine diary
It's part of a diary entry written on a scrap of journal paper. It reads, "By the time I knew what I had to do, nothing remained in my heart but the grief I had reserved for myself. I knew my family would be stricken with grief, and I should have felt grief for the action I was about to take, but this is the price of grief and everything else was stricken from my heart."
You drop family
Dropped.
Go north
You are standing in the center of a colorwheel, its hues sliding away from your perception on all sides. Several dark gray statues in varying states of disrepair stand nearby.

You can see a broken killer statue, an unbroken mother statue, a broken target statue and a broken savior statue here.
You look at the mother
She covers her face with her hands, unable to contain her emotion.
You look at what you're carrying with you
You are carrying:
a purpose
a victim
a crime
a map
a diary entry
You look at the purpose
you must not question, you must only do exactly as you are told to do. no other choice.
You go to the south-west
Dropped.

You are standing in the center of a colorwheel, its hues sliding away from your perception on all sides. Several dark gray statues in varying states of disrepair stand nearby.

You can see a broken killer statue, an unbroken mother statue, a broken target statue and a broken savior statue here.
You go west
You can see a victim here.

Taken.

Dropped.

You are standing in the center of a colorwheel, its hues sliding away from your perception on all sides. Several dark gray statues in varying states of disrepair stand nearby.

You can see a broken killer statue, an unbroken mother statue, a broken target statue and an unbroken savior statue here.
You look at the diary
It's part of a diary entry written on a scrap of journal paper. It reads, "By the time I knew what I had to do, nothing remained in my heart but the the center I had reserved for myself. I knew my family would be stricken with grief, and I should have felt the center for the action I was about to take, but this is the price of submission and everything else was stricken from my heart."
You examine the killer
The killer stands resolute with weapon in hand, but his face betrays the most unpleasant of feelings.
You look at the crime
too vile to touch, too horrible to forgive, too sad to keep closer than the furthest corner of the mind.
You go northeast
Dropped.

You are standing in the center of a colorwheel, its hues sliding away from your perception on all sides. Several dark gray statues in varying states of disrepair stand nearby.

You can see an unbroken killer statue, an unbroken mother statue, a broken target statue and an unbroken savior statue here.
You check your inventory
You are carrying:
a victim
a map
a diary entry
You look at the victim
you should not have done this, a good man as you know him to be should not die this way
Go northeast
Dropped.

You return to the center and are suddenly there again. You stand before him, pistol extended, disgust for your actions in your heart but standing resolute as a God-fearing man must be. Your mother sees what you are about to do and places her face in her hands, unable to watch. Your pistol barks and the face of the prime minister contorts in pain, a good man condemned to an early death by your hand.

They are coming for you, they break your body with sharp metal and rough hands but you can no longer hear them or feel them, for you are in the arms of they who called to you. "It's time," they call. "You are forgiven and you are loved. Truly you do our work this day."

You ascend smiling, your mind and body gone but your soul free at long last.