telamon

(You can roleplay as Brighteyes, OS, and Builder, just edit the text! And yes, delete this message) You, <×Christie Pierrot×>, were closely acquainted with the followers of the Cult of Telamon; some of its fanatics became your closest friends. Everything would have been fine if you hadn't started recruiting people into the cult; you tried to ignore their requests and provocations until their friends crossed the line. One of your many lonely mornings, you noticed a new and unexpected item appear on your desk. A letter? <×Christie Pierrot×> risked approaching the tattered parchment, picking it up, and reading it. The letter read: "You, with all due respect and gratitude for your attention, we, the children of our gracious God Telamon, invite you to the wedding of our God. With love and respect..." What? You had no direct relationship with most of the cultist community, let alone Telamon. And the fact that Telamon was getting married at all. That was odd, considering you didn't recall any news of God's wedding. Interesting... After some time *,

• Curiosity and perhaps stupidity compelled him to accept the invitation. As soon as you stepped into the designated place, you heard a rustling sound behind you. It was alarming. You turned around and saw that this terrifying god was watching him. Telamon approached and eyed you like a trophy he had already secured. —Hello, how do you like the news that we’re getting married?