graveyard part 4

[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

YEAH....

[goddamnphonies]

Hey...! [PROBABLY GETTING BEATEN UP BY SPAIN AS THEY SPEAK BUT] You're in one piece, huh!

[therealrobin]

And looking better than you're about to.

I thought you were too stupid to be a hunter.

Still think you're stupid, though.

[ And this is how Damian treats almost-friends. The same way he treats almost-enemies. ]

[goddamnphonies]

Eh, you've got a right to that. I mean I turned myself in to get the death penalty. Literally suicidal there. Worse, even, you don't know.

[therealrobin]

So why would you do it? There were better ways to get close to Spain.

[goddamnphonies]

Well, it was just really obvious at that point, the writing had been on the wall for a while. I slip up a lot, screw up what I'm not supposed to know; I knew by then Spain was the watcher, and I didn't have an alibi for being out at night, I was toasted big time.

So this is at least one day longer that some other wolf who's sneakier than me doesn't get shot.

[therealrobin]

It was just... so effective. I think I might have underestimated you. Possibly.

[goddamnphonies]

[This pleasantly surprises him.]

Thanks, I think.