graveyard part 2

[gamehead]

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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[tsunneverset]

[After the fifth arrow, he'd realized where this was heading - Battle of Hastings, fucking really - but even so, waking up afterwards was really...not that big of a surprise, honestly.

He sits up with a triumphant look on his face.]

Ha! I knew ghosts were real!

[axeforasong]

He's here, he's here!

[they don't have any confetti BUT POPCORN IS CLOSE ENOUGH RIGHT...]

[speakveryclearly]

...Okay. Who remembers who gets to go first? Luke said he would be first to kick America.

[axeforasong]

...This isn't America; he can spell.

[speakveryclearly]

Yeah. I'm asking if anyone else called dibs on England or if I can have the privilege of punching his relatively pristine alimentary sac.

h-how did that happen...

[axeforasong]

Oh.

...Maybe Poland, yes?

[hintcoinplz]

[A piece of popcorn sails in his direction. Not really mature, but he stopped caring about maturity since his death yesterday.]

They're real all right. Welcome to the ghost cabin.

[speakveryclearly]

Luke? Did you still want to go first or did that just apply to America?

[hintcoinplz]

Eh, I'll save the kicking for America.

[therealrobin]

Wait. How come people can fight America but I can't fight Poland? That isn't just.

[speakveryclearly]

Because America's worse than a hunter, he's a traitor.

[therealrobin]

[ Damian throws his hands in the air. Contrary to the gesture, though, Damian very much cares. ]

So? I think I should be allowed to get at least five hits in.

[tsunneverset]

[England actually looks genuinely upset to see Luke there.]

...I'm sorry. I wasn't lying when I said I told America to save you last night.

[hintcoinplz]

[Luke frowns.]

Well it's not all bad. I-I mean I'd rather be here with my family rather then at the trial.

[tsunneverset]

[He smiles at Luke, though it's sad.]

You really are an incredibly admirable lad. I only wish I had a fraction of the amount of courage you possess.

[hintcoinplz]

[Luke rubs the back of his head.]

I honestly don't feel all that brave. I was just barely hanging in there.

[terryplz]

[He closes his eyes for a moment and then opens them. Unlike everyone else he doesn't really blame England for what happened. But, given America's behavior, he does have a rather important question to ask.]

England, you didn't tell America did you?

[It should be obvious what he means, but he can't really say it here with so many people around.]

[tsunneverset]

Of course not. He manages to figure it out himself after he realized that he saved Ukyo from something, but that all the killing roles had targeted someone else. [He scowls.] If I'd known that blasted role showed him when he's successfully saved someone, I would have told our viper to hold off for a night.

[terryplz]

[He frowns.]

Then why did Critter punish the Hunters? Ukyo said Kirigiri shot her.

[tsunneverset]

I suppose it was because America chose to help the hunters rather than save Akane once he knew I was one, but...I'd actually come up with that plan the minute I found out Kirigiri had been our former vigilante and was also armed. We'd originally planned to use it only as a last resort, but since the bloodhound had likely already identified both Ukyo and I, we chose to sacrifice her in order to convince the rest of the town that Kirigiri had never been converted. Without the bloodhound, it should be impossible to prove otherwise now.

[terryplz]

Hm.

[America's announcement then comes on the screen. He listens quietly to it, his face unmoving.]

...

You countries are peculiar. I've met many supernatural and nonhuman lives over my years, but nothing like this. His attitude can only work toward our advantage. But, I don't think the others will really eliminate him tonight.

[Even if he hates saying it like that, this is ultimately a good thing for the Hunters.]

[notyetlost]

[Oh look who's finally arrived to the cabin.]

England.

[tsunneverset]

[sorry did you want something because he's too busy shouting at the television to notice]

Spain, you tosspot, you're not supposed to lecture him! Since when does America listen to anyone? You're supposed to punch the stupid out of him! I thought I could count on you for that, if nothing else! If he dies, I'm haunting you until you turn Protestant!

[notyetlost]

[He is not getting out of this chair. Get your ass over here and acknowledge him right now.]

England!

[There is a throw pillow sailing towards your head because you are ruining Poland's attempts at being super cool right now.]

[tsunneverset]

[he's more than used to things being thrown at him, though they're usually not as soft as pillows, so he automatically catches the pillow in midair without taking his eyes off the television and starts tearing it apart]

Kick him again! Kick him until he says he'll save himself! You fucking smug bastard, do something useful for once in your life or I'll curse what little's left of your balls off and then I'll feed them to--

[glances up as the air is suddenly filled with floating bits of cotton]

...blimey, where did all this come from?