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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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Yeah that's fair. I totally deserved that.
[Still smiling.]
But I said almost. You almost ruined everything. If you hadn't opened your mouth with all that weird ghost stuff at the trial and then made Liet think my journal was fake for a moment, he wouldn't have gone back into comatose mode and needed your fist in his face.
I've figured out by now that I broke Liet, so I did what I could to fix Liet. You just broke him all over again for no reason.
I already had him looking for clues. Why do you think I picked the church? I knew where he'd go. You just totally drama-fied it up like everything else you've done since we rolled into this town.
But thanks for fixing him again before you left. I like totally appreciate it.
[And he does mean it.]
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[And okay, that makes him turn bright red and sink into his sear, grumbling.]
W-whatever, it's not like I did it for your sake or anything! I was just tired of looking at his stupid vapid face.
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[Poland grins.]
Which is really the whole reason I wrote it, I knew I couldn't trust you to protect Ukraine and Lithuania! [He'd basically written as much in his note to Lithuania.]
But embarrassing you into cheering up Spain would have been so worth it. [Heh heh.]
Yeah yeah, you never do anything for anyone because you're like a total miserable bastard we all get the drill by now. But like I'm not you so. [Poland flounces off for a moment, reaching into the fridge for a bottle of wodka and two glasses.]
If you start stripping, I will hurt you.
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I punched him a few times, that should have cheered him up just fine. [He perks up at the alcohol.] And for once, it looks like you've come up with a good idea.
[He pours himself a glass and lifts it in a toast.] Cheers. Here's to the hunters.
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And to solving the real game. [Poland does the same.]
Na zdrowie!