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graveyard part 2
![]() 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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[has just... casually been observing the entire thing]
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[Thanks Mayu.]
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I just didn't want to hurt you if it could totally be avoided.
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[SMIRK]
Maybe we should do a proper rematch sometime, then. And maybe you won't go running to Father like a baby who's lost its pacifier.
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How do you plan on distracting him when we're all in the same room?
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Or we can fight in the open and he can throw you into a wall again. Your choice.
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[And screw you, Bruce just got lucky.]
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...But yes, Mayu is just sipping milk quietly out of a glass, entirely unaffected. Doo de doo.]
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And to think I felt bad for you when you were killed.
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[ But Mayu and Luke and just kids, and Ema had tried to help people. What had Poland ever done other than dodge some blows? Tt. Not like he'd done a very good job of that while he'd been alive, either. WElCOME TO DEATH, POLAND. WHERE YOU STILL SUCK. ]
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[Secretly she's just resentful towards him for - for - how he just treats her like dirt simply because it was his father who killed her.]
* NO ONE LIKES POLAND. FREAKING TYPOS.
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I don't have to like Father, either.
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[Hint.
Hint.]
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But.
Freaking girls, man. ]
Tt.
[ And now Damian is just going to go sit in a corner until he thinks Bruce isn't paying attention anymore. ]
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[He's trying to keep the peace like a good Batdad should, you're not helping Mayu.]
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[look she doesn't get what's going on okay...]