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

[encored]

Ah, things are going to drag on fooorever if they don't figure things out after the last clue. Five more days of this, truly?

[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.

[construe]

Surely you can't have expected me not to shoot when you must have been aware that I would have been armed.

[encored]

I was expecting you to shoot. I wasn't expecting her to be unable to dodge or kill you swiftly enough to render your own weapon useless. [charles don't blame kirigiri then...]

She won't ever be allowed to live down the time a teenager with a magic gun shot her dead.