aphanon_meme | part 359 survival horror tropes

part 359 survival horror tropes

Hello again meme! Can you believe all these new updates? I love it! I hope we see more historical stuff, though ~~and not just emperors~~. Also more of that Denmark, whatta guy.

Enjoy part 359!

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[shows up with a plate of ancient-style sesame honey cakes]

[how did she find her way here? mother's intuition]

Herakles, there you are! Happy birthday, dear! I brought you these--ohh, are you having a picnic to celebrate?

[mothers are all psychic]

Ah...? Mother. I didn't expect you to be here. Come in...

[holds open the tent flap for you, quickly snatching a cake off the plate as you enter]

Thank you. I hadn't planned on a picnic... but considering our location, I suppose I can't complain... Though I do wish there had been bananas...

Can't miss a day as important as your birthday, now can I?

[ducks inside, turning around once in to smile at him]

Then what good fortune that there's one prepared! How do you like your cake?

[munches on it slowly, savoring the taste]

[munch...]

[munch...]

[munch...]

[swallow]

...it's good.

[smiles even broader, validation!!]

Oh, good! Of course it is, I made it!

[has one herself]

Now what have you been doing for your birthday?

I've remained alive.

[that's a huge accomplishment this day and age]

Have you come across anyone else out there...?

Excellent work, sweetie.

Hmm? No, I didn't see anyone... this is a strange place, isn't it? There's a lot to see but it all looks abandoned...

[moves closer and whispers]

And I passed some fields with what looks like a trail of blood coming out of them! You should be on guard, Herakles!

Hn. I suppose that was Sadik's doing...

[goes to poke his head outside again]

There are others... perhaps they are currently focused on surviving. We should invite them to celebrate with us.

Oh, I see--what?!

[his constant references to survival are getting worrisome]

Y-yes... I'm sure they'd enjoy it...

[nods, sounds like a plan]

Though how would we send invitations...?

[they can't really use that speaker system anymore]

I suppose we could call out to people?

Herakles, when you say "survive"...

I suppose... though would they be able to hear us...?

[just stares at her blankly cause what about surviving do you not understand]

Somebody might!

Ah, what I mean to say is, why are you mentioning it so often, suddenly?

Unfortunately, many of us are unwillingly involved in an event where we are forced to kill one another...

[points to his collar]

Although on the bright side... the event coordinator has provided us this picnic. And has given me a hat.

[chokes on a cake]

Forced to do what?! That's barbaric! A bloodsport worse than Rome's gladiators! E-even with the picnic!

Are you able to escape? Can I help?

...the gladiators didn't have picnics. Or party hats.

[helps himself to another cake]

I'd would appreciate your assistance... although an escape attempt may likely result in death.

[might as well try though]

No, but at least they knew what they were signing up for!

What can I do, then??

You could... celebrate my birthday with me...

And that will help get you out of this crazy tournament?!

...no?

.....Oh. ...Is there anything I could do that would actually help save you?

[sighs]

Let's at least continue the picnic out at the table...

Likely not.

[so why waste time and breath worrying about it]

I suppose it'd be nice to leave the tent for a while...

[okay, it's decided]

[goes out and starts setting up the food from the basket]

[she's obviously much more freaked out about this]

[trying to keep her voice calm since he seems to be accepting of his fate]

R-right, it would be... n-nicer to sit down...

[failing at keeping calm, gritting her teeth and helping him set food out]

[well, he's been through this game so many times already, it starts getting old after a while]

[plus he has no real weapons, so it's not like he can go charging through the island slicing shit up]

...you sound distressed. Would you like a brownie?

Because I am distressed! How can someone do this to you, my child, my--what, what's a brownie?

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