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    Synopsis:

    Dark Urge with Withers meant to communicate the incoherency of the final stage of DU with Withers


  • 28.
    Narrator
    : *As you awaken, your naked form aches with the exertions of coupling. Its effusions mingle with the cesspool around you.*devnote
    • 27.
      Narrator
      : *Your lover sleeps yet.*
      • 30.
        Narrator
        : *The Urge has congealed in your mind and made of you a beast: a feral carcass with but a twitching knife-arm.*
        • 12. Player: Hnghhhh. Mmrhgh. Hee.
          • Link to Node 18
        • 19. Player: When will it end? When will it end?
          • Link to Node 18
        • 9. Player: Father, I vow to thee: the call to coupling bewitches my loins, and I shall heed it.
          • 18.
            Narrator
            : *Bhaal has use left for you. Following your failure, a new duty swelled within you:*
            • 4.
              Narrator
              : *Sire a new legion of Bhaalspawn, and set them upon self-slaughter. Your progeny must succeed where you fell.*
              • 7.
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                : Rah. Hrrhn. You mate well. Mate like will die soon.devnote
                • 16.
                  Narrator
                  : *With your holy mission came the power to commune with the beasts.*
                  • 14. Player: GrrraAGGH.
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                  • 13. Player: Scream.
                    • 23.
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                      : Quiet. Tired.
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                  • 11. Player: Take pride, you may have bred a new Bhaalspawn.
                    • 3.
                      Narrator
                      : *Your memory of last night's act is absent. In the moment of mounting, your mind emptied itself, and you could think only of Bhaal.*
                      • 25.
                        Narrator
                        : *The gnoll's rump seemed to become his Temple's graven altar where you once led worship.*
                        • 17.
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                          : Quit stirring. Want sleep. Done with mate.
                          • 0. Player: Bah!
                            • 20.
                              Narrator
                              : *Bhaal demands the birth of a horde.*devnote
                              • 8.
                                Narrator
                                : *On your back in your septic nest, were you to encounter fifty a night, it would still not be enough.*
                                • 22.
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                                  : Leave. Never see again. You not gnoll. Will not be litter.devnote
                                  • 5. Player: Pitter-patter!
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                                  • 1. Player: Think me not a slave to mere nature: the children will be most beautiful.
                                    • 21.
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                                      : Rrrrrh. Go. Or face claws.
                                      • 2.
                                        Narrator
                                        : *So you wander out alone to the rancid wastes, looking for the next creature who will accept your diseased embrace.*devnote
                                        • 29.
                                          Narrator
                                          : *What delights will you plumb next? Displacer beasts? Worgs? Carrion-crawlers?*
                                          • 24.
                                            Narrator
                                            : *Thus you shall spend the rest of your days rutting, the lash of Father's disappointment the only thought in your rat's mind.*
                                            End
                                  • 6. Player: New creatures will be grafted... such is the power of the Divine Essence.
                                    • Link to Node 21
                          • 15. Player: NO! Again! And AGAIN!
                            • Link to Node 20
                          • 26. Player: My lust is not yet sated.
                            • Link to Node 20
                          • 10. Player: I feel the burning within me. If you cannot fulfil it, I must depart to seek a new brood-partner.
                            • Link to Node 20