graveyard part five

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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. (The graveyard so far)

Comments

[tsunneverset]

Poooooooland. [England's voice is a sing-song.] Stop hiding and come out already, won't you? Damian sacrificed quite a lot to bring Lithuania back, you know - and this was after you tried to strangle him too. Are you really going to break a promise to an innocent boy who helped you out from the goodness of his heart?

[vytis]

He what? [Poland...]

[notyetlost]

Damian started it!

[tsunneverset]

Damian is an angel and also ten years old. You shouldn't be picking fights with children, you're not America.

[notyetlost]

Hey like, I told him straight up he didn't want to mess with all this fabulousness the first time he tried to start a fight with me, it's totally not my fault he kept pushing it.

Besides he's like way better behaved now, I did you a public service.

[terryplz]

Be. Quiet.

[This close to breaking the laws of time and space and throwing you back into the living realm Poland.]

[notyetlost]

[...Would that be so bad?]

...

[Yeah okay fine he'll be quiet.]

[terryplz]

[Smart move. For once.]

[therealrobin]

[ Damian snorts. He doesn't know who the old guy is, but if he can make Poland shut up, he can't be bad. ]

[tsunneverset]

He was always well behaved, he's just precocious and assertive. He's never given me any trouble.

[notyetlost]

[There are no words, England.

In part because Bruce already told Poland to be quiet. But seriously.]

[therealrobin]

[ Damian lifts his head over the couch and looks as innocent as possible. Seeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?

Close enough. ]

[vytis]

[Damian, Damian... Lithuania thinks back.] The ten-year-old?

[notyetlost]

The evil ten year old.

[He was named Damian for a reason.]

[vytis]

[Just giving Poland a look.]

[notyetlost]

You don't get to judge me, I did it to try and help you.

If it were up to like everyone else here except maybe... three-ish other people? They were all totally content to let you rot for the rest of the clues.

[vytis]

[Lithuania isn't quite sure how strangling a ten-year-old factors into this, but Lithuania will relent a little--since if it had been him or more clues he knows what would have happened--and shifts enough to pat Poland on the head.

But really, don't do it again.]

[notyetlost]

Fine!

[You know what England's blind anyways. He won't know the difference if he comes out from behind the couch or not.]

G...god save our gracious queen... Long live our something... or whatever... [mumble... mumble]

[tsunneverset]

I'm blind, not deaf. Louder, please! If you can't remember the words, I'll be glad to help.

And the deal was a performance. I can tell you're still behind that couch.

1/2

[notyetlost]

You know if you were smart you would have just given up your sense of taste, you don't use it anyways!

[Huff.]

2/2

[notyetlost]

[But Poland is climbing out from behind the couch. The dress isn't very cute, but at least it's pink.]

H-hum the stupid song so Mayu knows how to do the ache-y pallea thingy. No one knows this stupid song because it's like totally lame and junk.

[tsunneverset]

[Sorry, England is enjoying this far too much to even care about Poland's insults right now.]

I'll do you one better. I'll sing it first so you'll know all the words.

[He clears his throat and starts singing; his voice is actually really good, although it sounds like he's more used to belting out rock anthems than national ones.]

God save our gracious Queen!
Long live our noble Queen!
God save the Queen!
Send her victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us:
God save The Queen!

Be grateful I'm not making you sing the next two verses. Or the Sex Pistols.

[notyetlost]

[Poland rolls his eyes, not that England can see. Show off.

Poland's singing has always been a little weak, more like talking to the music really, but his dancing is actually quite nice. His pink dress flutters around with each step.]

God saaaave our graaacious Queeen!
Looooong live our nooooble Queeeeen!
Like God save the queeeen!

[Why would a nation even make their whole anthem about one person. Seriously how self absorbed could you get.]

Send her victory-- no. wait. um. Victorious!
S-something something g-glorious...

[Towards the end Poland starts to falter more noticeably-- this is ridiculously embarrassing. When they get home Poland will definitely get him back for this.]

L-long to reign o-over us... ah--

[tsunneverset]

[This isn't even his favorite national anthem, it's just the one that most people know and would annoy Poland the most. He's cracking up the entire time, but he manages to pull himself together for long enough to join in the last line.]

God save The Queeeeeeeeeeeen!

[Then he laughs so hard that he falls off the couch.]

[notyetlost]

[And now that Poland has enough embarrassment him to last the next 1000 years of his life, he'll come over just to kick England in the stomach.]

I hate you and your new little brat too!

[And then Poland will tearfully go stomp off and hide behind the couch. Forever.]