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.

Comments

[motheringnation]

Yes. He's my friend.

[axeforasong]

Well, welcome, welcome! Is food, drink and old man attacking each other!

[motheringnation]

........er why are they attacking each other?

[axeforasong]

I don't know, yes? Were arguing. That one [she nods at Bruce] threw Poland into wall. Then duelled that one [she nods at England] with stick.

Is very silly.

[motheringnation]

That is strange....

[But then again she was at the trial where everyone was fist fighting.]

People like to do that I suppose.

[axeforasong]

Is fun?

[motheringnation]

It must be to them. I never saw the fun in it myself.

[axeforasong]

Are all arguments supposed to do that?

[motheringnation]

No, they're just supposed to talk.

[axeforasong]

Ah, so are doing it wrong?

[SHE THOUGHT SO]

[motheringnation]

Yes. I think so.

[axeforasong]

Then; is good you're here, yes?

[motheringnation]

Yes. Hopefully we can avoid too much violence in the future.

[notyetlost]

[Poland's face flushes pink at Ukraine's confirmation. Really pink.]








[Really really pink.]

[motheringnation]

[Of course you are her friend, you dope. In fact you might recall that she called you her best friend, various time since you died.]

[notyetlost]

[There is like a certain kind of dissonance when you hear it on the television okay, it has a totally different effect in person!

But speaking of which...]

Best friends?

[If you don't mind indulging his need to hear these things confirmed out loud, please.]

[motheringnation]

[You get a chuckle.]

Yes Poland, best friends.