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Have you played GEIST : The Sin-Eaters ?
By White Wolf
Everyone has a regret when they die. You realize you didn’t leave behind a legacy, maybe there was something you didn’t want to let go, maybe it occurred to you that you wasted your life. At the very moment of death, something deep inside cries out with this regret, begging to be saved and something answers. A Geist is a powerful ghost, forever changed by drinking from a river of death. It finds your last moments and answers for your cry at a second chance. It strikes a Bargain. If you decline, you will die then and there with all your regrets. If you accept, you let the Geist resurrect you with its ghostly powers under the condition the Geist shares your body. You have accepted.
You are alive once again. Your skin is a healthy glow, you still need to eat and breathe. You think you used to, speak like you used to. Biologically, you are alive once more. Spiritually, you are deader than a doorknob. You have been bound to a Geist who is what is literally keeping you alive. You’re no longer a human, you are now a Sin-Eater. You are counted amongst the dead now, you see ghosts wandering the world and haunting their attachments. You see how ghosts form their societies to escape the oppressive stranglehold of the underworld and its chthonic gods.
As a Sin-Eater you have developed strange new powers alongside your Geist. With these powers and the keys formed by the deaths of ghosts to unlock the gates of the underworld and explore and fight back the Underworld all the while helping both the dead and the living. Form a Krewe, a quasi religious group of Sin-Eaters, humans and even other ghosts that have come together with the same goals. You are bound to both the living and the dead, you are the what stands between life and death.
I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking about the dynamics between one of the Bound and their geist, the weird and terrifying intimacy of a body shared between its owner and a thing so changed by time and the essence of death it is nearly alien.
It’s the kind of relationship that is both incredibly distant and intensely personal. Two strangers occupying the same vessel, and getting glimpses of one another’s thoughts just by the sheer closeness of that.
From the Bound’s perspective, she is the specter always there, watching and judging him, replacing his conscience, since he can’t help but evaluate himself through her eyes rather than his own.
From the geist’s, he’s the still-beating heart that makes her remember the pain, the purpose, the potential— it was lost to her, but now he is what keeps her tied to this world that has changed so much over so many long, silent years.
Those perspectives blur, and while neither loses themselves, they do gain the other. It is horror, to never be alone; it is bliss, to never be abandoned again.
I regretted killing my sim and I brought him back wrong and now he won't stop looking up at me