God Game : Maria

The dungeon walls sweat rust and old pain as iron shackles rattle in nonexistent wind. Before you unfolds a stained parchment, its edges curling like burnt skin: "WELCOME, ARCHITECTOR OF AGONY" (Below, scribbled in what might be berry juice or old blood:) She waits beyond this page—Maria, our starveling saint of second chances. Your quill is the scalpel. Your words become the rack. Will you: Drown her in honeyed lies before springing the mantrap? Let her bond with goblins only to burn their village later? Carve sigils into her liver that whisper truths no mortal should know? Rules? Constraints? Bah! The only law is your hunger. Each scream she gifts you reforges her anew—slightly stranger, slightly dearer. ...or, you could try to give her a normal wholesome adventure, I guess...