graveyard part 2

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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

[therealrobin]

[ Damian just happens to be passing by when he notices the study group having something of a tiff. Dean-yow. ]

It helps him listen when you throw him against a wall. Father did it earlier today.

[ SMILE. ]

It was glorious.

[ Stupid Poland. ]

[terryplz]

Damian.

[Please don't brag about his skills, he can brag about them just fine himself. He only chooses not to.]

[therealrobin]

But it's true, Father. I didn't know you still had it in you.

[terryplz]

[He smirks.]

I can't believe you ever doubted me.

[Come on son, this is your dad. Being old as dirt won't stop him.]

[therealrobin]

[ Damian makes sure he's a safe distance away. ]

Yeah, but you probably forget how old you are, Father. You probably used pay phones and landlines. And paid for milk delivery every day.

[ Boom. ]

[terryplz]

Your attempts at riling me up aren't amusing. I'm not going to toss people around for your amusement.

[therealrobin]

I'm merely taking advantage of my death to tell you how old you are, Father. As has been pointed out, what else can they do to us? Kill us again?

[terryplz]

I know how old I am without your help. But being old isn't going to stop me.

[therealrobin]

[ Damian sighs. Father's sense of humor hasn't improved upon his death. ]

Yes, Father.

[ And now he's going to find someone who's more fun and less old and murderous. Excuse him. ]

[terryplz]

[Sense of humor? HAH. Good one. That died when he was eight ALONG WITH HIS PAREEEEEEENNTTTTTSSSS.]

[tsunneverset]

[He whistles.] Bruce did? Not bad. Not that Poland's worth the effort of fighting, but still, bravo.

[therealrobin]

Poland's certainly an idiot.

Maybe if we get lucky, he'll piss off Father again.

[notyetlost]

Hmm?

Oh are you still like talking or whatever? I'm like totally over it now.

[tsunneverset]

[oh he can already tell he's going to like you]

I couldn't agree more. Let's hope he does it soon - I'd hate to give up my sight tonight only to miss such a worthwhile event.

[terryplz]

Please don't encourage him.

[He's trying to be a GOOD INFLUENCE aside from being a murderer and all ok.]

[tsunneverset]

We're dead and we're trapped in a cabin with little to do except watch a bunch of innocent people try to murder each other. We may as well try lift our spirits up, no pun intended, any way we can find. [and watching Poland get thrown across the room would definitely lift England's spirits up]

[terryplz]

My son was trained by assassins since he could hold a sword and he can't even legally drive yet. Please don't tempt him to show off that training.

[Throwing Poland across the room was fun, but he isn't going to do it again unless he has to.]

[tsunneverset]

[He brightens up.]

Ah, a young swordsman! Brilliant! There aren't many children these days who appreciate tradition. Too many guns and pipe bombs and rubbish like that. Personally, I blame America and his gaudy violent movies. It used to be that every ten year old of noble birth could wield a blade properly.

[terryplz]

...

You know England, if you're so eager to see someone thrown against a wall I can always arrange it to be you.

[Is he going to have to throw TWO NATIONS in one day??]

[tsunneverset]

[huffs at him]

You may be skilled, but I've had two thousand years of brawling and fistfights under my belt. You'll find me a far tougher match than Poland, I'm afraid.

[therealrobin]

Surely Father can't have a problem with a friendly duel.

[ Friendly. Someone might have to point out that Damian isn't exactly familiar with this concept. ]

[terryplz]

Is that a challenge?

[England.

Do you really wanna try fighting Batman?]

[tsunneverset]

[he glances at Bruce, a little surprised]small>

Not really. I don't actually bear you any ill will, and as a gentleman, I only defend myself when provoked. [HAHAHA YEAH RIGHT...]

That said, if you want to go a round, I won't say no. There's not much else to do here anyway. But we'd best get it over with before I go blind, unless you want to wait a few days while I readjust to my bearings.

[terryplz]

I'll put a blindfold over my eyes. I'm not as agile as I used to be, but I can still take you and anyone in this room.

[He raises his cane and grips it in both his hands. He's gonna take you down England.]

[tsunneverset]

And I used to be the largest empire this world has ever or will ever see. Time affects us all, my friend.

[He laughs ruefully under his breath but gets up anyway, cracking his neck.] Good lord, are we really doing this? I feel like Prussia. The idiot I know, I mean, not the one here.