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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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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.
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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??]
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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.
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[ Friendly. Someone might have to point out that Damian isn't exactly familiar with this concept. ]
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[England.
Do you really wanna try fighting Batman?]
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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.
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[He raises his cane and grips it in both his hands. He's gonna take you down England.]
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[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.
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[He smirks and prepares himself. His body isn't as good as it used to be, but he'll endeavor to make this quick.]
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[And he'll begin to throw a punch -- before abruptly switching to a low sweeping kick to try and catch Bruce off guard, because England is many things, but fair is not one of them.]
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He quickly steps back and avoids the kick, but throws his cane down in an attempt to deliver a good smack to the nation's head. It's going to hurt if it hits for sure.]
Do you think I was born yesterday?
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Trust me, I don't believe any of us will be making that mistake. If you insist on using your cane though, at least allow me to find a similar weapon. We can make it a proper duel that way.
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[i.e. go get one. In the mean time he'll aim a foot right in England's face, while the man's hands are busy holding onto the cane.]
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Come and have a go then.
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Bruce immediately makes a run for England, his cane held less like a wooden stick and almost like one would hold a sword. His training from the old days still hasn't gone away and he quickly makes a downward swing, attempting to hit the side of England's head.]
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