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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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[ losing an arm for a random choice: a life ]
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[And then this happens as England refuses--] Oh, Madoka... that lying bastard.
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If he ever shows up here... [ fists clenched she is mad ]
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[SHE AGREES]
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[ Her hand twitches. ]
Y'know, ghosts might not be able to die, but I bet I could beat him up pretty badly. I wouldn't even need two arms to do it. [ She doesn't even need to be brainwashed for this man SHE CAN'T STAND THIS SHIT ]
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I'd pluck out some of my teeth if you wanted something sharp to wield. They'll grow back.
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[ she's not actually joking ]
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Yeah the degree to which they're both serious is pretty disturbing.
You mean, your role wouldn't be able cure her?]
She might not be buying his act. I hope it falls apart at the seams with this whole Fukawaiasco.
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I just hope it's enough.
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A LOUD SIGH because fuck you, England. Why are things working out for you. ]
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I don't think he could get away with that.
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