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graveyard part 2

hunter's game the graveyard

You wake up in an unfamiliar cabin.

At first, it almost seems like you're in an entirely different place and that everything had been just a dream. The interior of the cabin looks nothing like the run-down, old-timey shacks that you had been living in before. Everything in here is sleek and modern, from the enormous flat-screen TV mounted on the wall to the fridge and mini-bars stocked with all your favorite foods. There aren't any individual rooms in here, just a common area large enough to house everyone comfortably, no matter how many more people join you...and there will be plenty more people joining you before the week is over.

Because if you look outside the window, it quickly becomes clear that not only are you still in Prayer's Pass, but that you are no longer among the realm of the living. Judging from the tombstones directly outside, you're now in what had been the abandoned broken-down cabin in the graveyard. The cabin's not all that changed; the world outside has gone completely grey and everything you see appears to be faded and blurry. The only things that remain sharp and in color are what's inside the cabin, including your fellow ghosts. Occasionally, people who are still alive may enter, but it's clear that what they're seeing is completely different from what you're seeing. The door's unlocked; however, a mysterious force prevents you from stepping beyond the threshold, no matter how hard you may try. After all, this cabin is a cage for the dead - a gilded one, perhaps, but a cage nonetheless.

On the flat-screen TV plays everything that is currently happening in the town. It will shut off once night starts...and something else will appear instead.

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[Give him a break Damian he woke up just seconds ago. Once he's a little more cohorent, it looks like the information is sinking in for real.]

...I see then. I remember what happened to you, I suppose that's proof enough. But why are we still here?

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Critter. [That ought to explain everything, but Damian doesn't have much faith in this kid's brain cells.]

We're playing a game where we unlock places and clues for people, and the living people have to figure out what's really going on.

[Oh that's right. Luke remembers new places appearing. So that was their doing?]

Do you know how many places are left to unlock?

Don't have a clue. I just got here, too. Sort of.

[He hesitates before deciding to come clean.] I was kind of busy beating up a troll. [And he feels bad about it. Kanaya seems friendly enough, for a freak.]

Your parents are here. Ema watches the trial every day. [The children of hunters. Maybe they should form some sort of club.]

The first thing you did after coming here was beat someone up?

[Damian will get an odd look for that. He didn't even realize that was something you could do in the afterlife. But he's quickly distracted by his other comment.]

I get to see my parents?

[And he just perks right up.]

I told him his father murdered me. He didn't take it very well.

[Kanaya calls over from her place on another couch, turning to look at the boys. Luke might not remember her very well, but there is one very notable difference from her appearance in the world of the livng: Her left horn, the one with the hook, is missing.]

There are two places left, the gallery and the school, but over half a dozen mysterious clues.

...I was hoping we'd be done with stupid games. So how do we go about unlocking them?

You'll find out at nightfall. Did you see the picture in the church without a hand? It's because Poland gave up his own.

What, really? I was wondering why the picture was missing a hand. That sounds awful.

It's not as bad as Sayaka's arm.

Is sacrificing body parts a normal thing to do?

It's the option for those who don't have physical possessions to offer and don't want to give up intangible ones, like feelings or memories.

Whatever. It's not my fault he killed you. And it's not like you had any proof, anyway.

I WAS THERE.

Witnesses lie!

Interrogators can fail. But whatever.

[ And suddenly, Damian looks just as dangerous as he does tiny. ]

Say it again.

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[Poland chimes in lazily from the couch.] Cut me up once shame on you, cut me up twice... eh. Whatever.

[Thanks Sayaka.]

[ CHOKING ON HER DRINK ]

At least you're not the only one now.

[Poland moves in closer, careful not to lean on where Critter severed Sayaka's arm from her shoulder, but enough to give the illusion that her arm had not disappeared at all.]

We totally hadn't even noticed, you hide it so well!

[He accents that with some overly flamboyant arm flapping.]

Uh... [ actually lost for words WHAT DOES SHE EVEN SAY TO THAT ] Thanks, I think. I wasn't really trying to hide it.

[ really now ]

[Her 'replacement' arm is gently.... gently --don't punch him with your other arm he's just teasing!!-- coming to scratch her temple with its index finger, emulating her confusion through the gesture for her.]

[ JERKING UPRIGHT in surprise until she realizes what's happening. Replacement arm why. ]

H, hey! What the heck was that for?

[Angry surprised arm flailing!]

I don't know it's your arm!

[ This is the single weirdest thing that's ever happened to her, short of waking up here in the first place.

but she's laughing. somehow. ]

Quit it! [ bringing up her remaining arm to try and grab hold of his this means war ]