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graveyard part 4
 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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A secret? There is so much you don't know. [ She's watching Fukawa talk to Beat. ] She understands. She recognizes your foolish puppetry and refuses to bow to it.
We are very fortunate that you were not able to heal yourself. The only regret is that we did not kill you sooner, because you may have irrevocably ruined things for everyone.
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However, I will maintain hope that the remaining ones can turn it around.
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When this game is over I'll just move on to the next as I always have, and as most of you likely will. Something even shittier no doubt, perhaps in a crumbling failed experiment of a city that doesn't even have running water or electricity. The point is, you're fussing an awful lot over what will amount to a whole lot of nothing. It was a fun game while it lasted and I've never been good at losing so of course I'll be irritated, but the amount of stock you're placing into this is ridiculous.
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You really are a child. [ She can't stay angry at the obviously insane, though. He doesn't know any better. ]
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IN THE MEANTIME THOUGH he just props his chin up lazily and grabs another churro because the afterlife is the fattydingdong life.] Yes, yes. It's not as though I've been through decades of life or countless days of games exactly like these before. I certainly don't know what I'm talking about.
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...
If you'd been a wolf all along...
How would you have played the game?
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I would have played to win, naturally. You're likely being offered something precious to you as an incentive, yes? I've seen it done before. Something like "if you win this game, your most precious person will return to you" or "play this well and you can undo that horrid thing you did in the past".
At any rate, I was also offered an incentive so I played to the best of my abilities. I'm not so foolish to believe anything that happens here will be a permanent stain on our existences, though.
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[ Still. ] Then you all received an incentive too...
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The incentive thing is quite common in situations like this, though. How else would you get the players to cooperate?
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Anyway, since my idiotic companions have made everything up to me today, I can't be too angry with how things have gone this evening. The prey isn't even my side any longer — never was, I suppose, considering I wasn't trying for them. We're ghosts now, yes? So I'll be putting forth effort for my new team and goals. [now that he's done ranting like a brat about his foiled plans that is...] I'll be happy with whatever finishes this quickly. If it can't be the death of the wolves, let's get the rest of the clues to them.
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That aside, they had better finish things quickly. I don't have the patience to sit through five more days of this and we only have a few clues left to give out anyway, right? If the tender-footed buffoons can't figure it out even after they decide to work together, then every last one of them deserves to join us. I'm tired of the stupidity of others ruining what I put effort into. [oh right speaking of
flings his fork at her head THAT'S FOR SHOOTING CIEL] I missed out on an entire dessert because of you. Even if I would have vomited it all up, I still wanted it.
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[ She barely manages to dodge the fork. ] What was that for?
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[now he is without a fork so he'll just sit here with a cake on his lap until he can bully spain into getting him another one or something...] For being rude enough to not die alone, obviously. I had to suffer through an excruciatingly dull night because of you and the rye boy.
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She won't ever be allowed to live down the time a teenager with a magic gun shot her dead.