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[blood-teeth]

E N T E R T H E L A B Y R I N T H

In the Labyrinth, they talk of gods.

They whisper between their fingers and sweeten their breath with the tales of titans of old who once stood so tall that a single breath would cause earth-tremors, their steps reshaping the ground trod beneath them. Their fingers were the tools that smoothed the mountains into points, shaped and carved the ridges and valleys in between. If you hike far enough, one woman claims, if you travel to a point where the oxygen is thin and your vision blacks, you can make out a partial print against the mountainside. You can run your own fingers along its length and still feel the titan’s warmth as if his palm were pressed right against yours.

The woman says, It is a thing of worship. It is a thing of devotion.

In the Labyrinth, they ask you to make your body anew before the King of the High Hills. They say that you are alive because you must suffer for the life and love of the Lord, that you must open your body and let him lick along your flesh so that he may taste the endlessness of his perpetual reign.

In the Labyrinth, there is no escape from his touch.

“You have a heavy burden upon you,” the headmaster was saying, teeth and eyes all a glitter under the amber cast candles. “I am not unsympathetic to the arduous path ahead of you—but please understand that this suffering must be experienced for the longevity of the king, for the beautiful life ahead of him. Only he is the one who can shed mortality and raise to the gods, because he is the only one strong enough, courageous enough, to count the cost of living forever. You must succeed where others have failed. You, this class, this is our last chance to mend what has been made broken. You must. You must.”

The Mouths of Elysium is a dark-academia fantasy created with Twine where your choices matter to the story. You live inside the Labyrinth, a maze that hates to become known with walls and paths that change every hour. The center of the Labyrinth sits a university that has been there since the beginning of time; its only purpose is to recruit students who can solve the puzzle of life, who can create an elixir that would allow the King of the High Hills to live past the length of forever. Failure means a fate worse than death.

You are one of those students.

Althea Callaghan - You know her in death. She has been the taste of rot against your tongue, the anger and hurt in your palms. You see the nice, beautiful lines of her teeth and become a creature of grief unfolding unto yourself. Debase yourself with the fervent want of her. Bend at your waist and beg for forgiveness.

You hate her. You want to watch her bleed. She feels the exact same about you, but what she doesn't know is that every waking moment of your life is dedicated to her.

The Princess/Prince - The forgotten child of the throne. The 405th child of His glorious reign. Divinity runs through their veins, the heir to so much power, but they will never see themselves rule the unforgiving landscape of the Labyrinth. Their fate is to die and be buried amongst the endless graves of their dead brothers and sisters. They must do this so the King may live forever.

A fully customizable MC including gender, appearance, and sexuality

A landscape of horror. A landscape that hates you and everyone who might try to understand it. Go beyond the walls and be witness to a reality worse than death

Key choices that will influence your game and experience. Will you succeed or fail?

Learn what it means to be forgiven. Learn what it means to suffer. Become devotion. Become loyalty. Make your body anew before the King of the High Hills

DEMO (updated 6/10/24)

[blood-teeth]

"You remember the end. You remember everything after, too.

Have seen it flicker along the edges of your home, catch fire to everything you've ever known. Have felt it gnaw its way into your bones, watching as the last safety ship glinted starlight in the sky. Losing a home you had never known did not hurt as bad as losing the home you have only ever known. This distinction had been made very clear to you in the end.

Fear is every step you take, it is every beating heart, every conspired whisper. It exists within the hollows of your cells, in every ill-intended look cast your way. You are fear. And they make you believe it. "

You are the lone first-generation, three-star pilot of the United Forces of the Red Remembrance.

And you will be the last.

You are the only pilot capable enough to helm the UFRR's greatest mystery and secret shame; Acheilus, an antiquated shark mecha left over from before The End. He is your only friend in the abyss of the ocean.

It is a time of peace. The bitterness from the Coalition of The Last Frontier's abandonment has long since diluted away in favor of lucrative trade deals from space - goods that could only benefit the UFRR's longevity underseas. It is a good deal, kind, even. Generous.

But you cannot help but taste the tang of deceit between your teeth. The sickly stick of rot amplifies after you spot another shark mecha circling the edges of UFRR's water space. Sleek black and glinting metal - a convincing imitation of the Remembrance's mechanics. The problem with this: you captain the only shark in the entire ocean.

"Humanity took to the stars and left us for dead."

From This Mouth That Bleeds is a retro-mecha cyberpunk created with Twine that focuses primarily on choice, the never-ending landscape of loss, and something about the monsters you keep.

- A fully customizable MC including gender, appearance, and sexuality. - Mechas, time travel, and a war that never ends.

- a setting both placed underwater and in space

- the end of the world

Ophelia - The only daughter of the Coalition of The Last Frontier. She is largely a question mark, her name whispered around like a demon of old —Void Jumper— but other than that, you don't know anything about her, nor do you care to.

So why do you keep seeing her in your dreams?

Jonah - The lead doctor of Base Alpha and only other first-gen similar in age to you. He's got kind eyes and gentle hands, always looking to be your friend, despite your stark opposition.

You've known him your whole life. And it's this familiarity that allows you to say that underneath that smile of his lies a darkness—one you cannot begin to understand.

D E M O