Final Puzzle?

said the mc.


is unreadable in-game. This third poem of Yuri’s is written in a font named Damagrafik Script.

The word groups in the first part of the poem  are separated by two commas in a repeating pattern 1-2-3-4-5-4-3-2 with exceptions.

Project Libitina and the third eye are linked by some theorists invariably.
Full Text (and remember the disclaimer).

zinger suivante,,
tels handknits finish,,
cagefuls basinlike bag octopodan,,
imbossing vaporettos rorid easygoingnesses nalorphines,,
benzol respond washerwomen bristlecone,,
parajournalism herringbone farnarkeled,,
episodically cooties,,
initiallers bimetallic,,
leased hinters,,
confidence teetotaller computerphobes,,
pinnacle exotically overshades prothallia,,
posterior gimmickry brassages bediapers countertrades,,
haslet skiings sandglasses cannoli,,
carven nis egomaniacal,,
barminess gallivanted,,
oophoron crumped,,
tapued noncola colposcopical,,
dolente trebbiano revealment,,
outworked isotropous monosynaptic excisional moans,,
enterocentesis jacuzzi preoccupations,,
hippodrome outward googs,,
tabbises undulators,,
sharia prepostor,,
neuromast curmudgeons actability,,
archaise spink reddening miscount,,
madmen physostigmin statecraft neurocoeles bammed,,
tenderest barguests crusados trust,,
manshifts darzis aerophones,,
reitboks discomposingly,,
monotasking galabia,,
pertinents expedients witty,,
chirographies crachach unsatisfactoriness swerveless,,
flawed sepulchred thanksgiver scrawl skug,,
perorate stringers gelatine flagstones,,
chuses conceptualization surrejoined,,
counterblasts rache,,
delirifacients methylthionine,,
mantram dynamist atomised,,
eternization percalines hryvnias pragmatizing,,
reproachfulnesses telework nowts demoded revealer,,
burnettize caryopteris subangular wirricows,,
transvestites sinicized narcissus,,
hikers meno,,
postcrises alikenesses,,
sycophancy seroconverting insure,,
yantras raphides cliftiest bosthoon,,
zootherapy chlorides nationwide schlub yuri,,
timeshares castanospermine backspaces reincite,,
coactions cosignificative palafitte,,
poofters subjunctions,,
theralite revindicating,,
cynosural permissibilities narcotising,,
journeywork outkissed clarichords troutier,,
myopias undiverting evacuations snarier superglue,,
deaminise infirmaries teff hebephrenias,,
brainboxes homonym lancelet,,
lambitive stray,,
acetabulums atenolol,,
dekkos scarcer flensed,,
abulias flaggers wammul boastfully,,
galravitch happies interassociation multipara augmentations,,
teratocarcinomata coopting didakai infrequently,,
hairtails intricacy usuals,,
pillorise outrating,,
furnishings leglen,,
goethite deflate butterburs,,
phoneticising winiest hyposulphuric campshirts,,
chainfalls swimmings roadblocked redone soliloquies,,
broking mendaciousness parasitisms counterworld,,
unravellings quarries passionately,,
onomatopoesis repenting,,
mopboard euphuistically,,
volta sycophantized allantoides,,
bors bouclees raisings sustaining,,
diabolist sticks dole liltingly,,
curial bisexualisms siderations hemolysed,,
damnabilities unkenneling halters,,
peripheral congaing,,
foolings repayments,,
hereabouts vamosed him,,
slanters moonrock porridgy monstruous,,
heartwood bassoonist predispositions jargoon dominances,,
timidest inalienable rewearing inevitably,,
entreating retiary tranquillizing,,
uniparental droogs,,
forzati abiogenetic,,
obduration exempted unifaces,,
epilating calisaya dispiteously coggles,,
vestmented flukily ignifying complished hiccupy municipalize,,
pentagraphs parcels sutler excavates,,
stardust miscited thankfulness,,
fouter pertused,,
guarishes hylotheism,,

Fresh blood seeps through the line parting her skin and slowly colors her breast red. I begin to hyperventilate as my compulsion grows. The images won’t go away. Images of me driving the knife into her flesh continuously, fucking her body with the blade, making a mess of her. My head starts going crazy as my thoughts start to return. Shooting pain assaults my mind along with my thoughts. This is disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. How could I ever let myself think these things? But it’s unmistakable. The lust continues to linger through my veins. An ache in my muscles stems from the unreleased tension experienced by my entire body. Her Third Eye is drawing me closer.



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