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

[tsunneverset]

I'd really rather not have to see him at all. Can't we make a separate building for people we hate?

[axeforasong]

Could clear out fridge and stuff them in it.

[tsunneverset]

Maybe they'll turn into food.

[axeforasong]

...Are not actual wolves, England...

[tsunneverset]

I think Spain would be delicious.

[axeforasong]

[...siiigh]

Fine, go be cannibal. If can catch him.

[tsunneverset]

Spain's so weak that I could catch him without any of my senses or limbs.

But he'd probably give me indigestion.

[axeforasong]

What did you two do to each other anyway?

[notyetlost]

Well everything tastes good compared to anything you make so.

Your opinion is totally invalid.

[tsunneverset]

Bugger off! Go bully little kids some more, why don't you!

[notyetlost]

Maybe later. I'm busy bullying you.

[encored]

You don't have the palate required to appreciate Spain. [charles get out]

[tsunneverset]

Nobody would be able to appreciate Spain's head on a platter more than me.

[encored]

You can have his head then, but I must insist I would be able to appreciate the taste more. The blood of a nation is a decent snack and I've others to compare it to.

[notyetlost]

I don't think the giant hideous pompadour will let him fit.


We should totally cut it off first, then shove him in.

[axeforasong]

Make our own trophy on wall with it!

[speakveryclearly]

What if we made him give up the pompadour!

[bloodofgrima]

No.

[She's not even going to argue about that.]