gamehead | graveyard part 2

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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You totally don't even deserve Portugal, get real.

That whole ridiculous scene you caused at the trial was disgusting, are you kidding me?

[He opens his mouth for a long moment as he slowly realizes that unlike the conversations in their rooms, everyone saw that.]

Oh my god.

Oh my god leave me here to die.

Seriously what the hell was that?!

I have never been so freaking embarrassed to be grouped in with you idiots! You are like, completely aware that everyone except Prussia looked like a total horse's ass thanks to you right?

Everyone.

Except.

Prussia!

[Let that sink in too.]

Oh, you mean that. [and not his frankly humiliating public goodbyes with America]

I don't see what the problem is. It's not like it was any different from any other world meeting, except with less Russia. So better, actually. Besides, I wad hardly going to die without getting a final beating of Spain's ugly face in. I only wish France had been there.

Besides, Prussia's not even from our world.

[Oh he meant that too, he's just tired of hearing about America period.]

Yeah. Except it wasn't a world meeting and now everyone thinks they're totally crazy! If you were gonna be such a loser and give up so easy, why couldn't you have just done it without inciting a total riot?!

[rolls his eyes]

I didn't give up, I just couldn't say how I already knew they were going to execute me without revealing Prussia or Kirigiri. Even if I somehow managed to live, most likely by splitting the vote with Ada who is also a hunter, Kirigiri would have had to shoot me anyway and we'd waste a gun. Better I get voted off and leave every advantage we have to the other hunters.

The riot was just for fun, though. If I'm going to die, I want to be at least entertained beforehand.

Uh huh. Well, I seriously don't think they're really missing much with you gone.

[Poland feels like he's been seriously over estimating England's strategic ability. He's incredibly hesitant to believe that. Mostly since he's still kicking himself for listening to England and Prussia period when it came to not talking to Lithuania the day before he died.

Speaking of talking.]

...

[Poland reaches up to slap England across the face. Granted it's with his non-dominate remaining hand, but Poland has enough anger behind it to make up for it.]

Don't ever pretend to speak for me again. Dead me. Alive me. Never. You almost screwed up everything.

[He takes the slap calmly. Then he slams his still very much existent and dominant right hook into Poland's jaw.]

I nearly screwed up everything? You started it all by throwing your life away on a senseless vote instead of taking two bloody seconds to actually think. You decided to stake your life and our victory on what I can only assume was a ridiculous whim, and you left us behind to pick up the pieces. Well, I hope it was worth it.

[And it's clear from England's voice that he had been furious about this for a long, long time now - he just hasn't been able to express it.]

I won't speak for you anymore, not even as a last resort to try and snap someone out of a fugue state you caused. Next time, I'll just stay silent and let the consequences of your actions play out in full.

[Poland takes the punch, stumbling backwards a bit. It hurt, but he's been hit harder. Holding his mouth tenderly, Poland smiles.]

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.]

I was planning on leaving him your note if I ever died from the start. How was I supposed to know he'd react so badly to it? I couldn't even read the bloody thing - since when did Polish use so many numbers in its words?

[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.

[England's note wasn't even nearly as chatspeak-y as Lithuania's, you bushy browed liar.]Oh come on you could totally read that, you just didn't want to acknowledge my last wishes!

[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.

I'm fair certain that I wouldn't have been able to read that letter even if it had been written in English. [Poland is severely overestimating England's ability to (have enough patience to) decipher chatspeak here...]

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.

Get with the times England, jeez. What do you like, send texts to people in iambic pentameter?

And to solving the real game. [Poland does the same.]

Na zdrowie!

Edited 2013-05-26 05:11 (UTC)

graveyard part 2

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