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graveyard part five
![]() 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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Voting for themselves didn't work. They might try abstaining, but then again, they might decide to cut their losses and just end this with those left alive...
[She makes an almost feral growl in her throat, just collapsing onto the couch and rubbing her face with both her hands. God dammit, she's only ever felt this helpless with... with Emmeryn, when all she could do was advise Chrom to sacrifice his gods damned sister for the good of Ylisse...]
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Critter said something about a real game needing to be played, but it gives very little indication of how that can even come about. It noticeably didn't appear during the day at all until the execution was held. I wonder what it must be thinking.
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[Sorry, remembering Emmeryn just made her even worse. Still, she tries to smile weakly at Bruce -- she can tell he's not in a good spot either and her inner leader is telling her to try and offer at least some comfort.]
I almost wish Chrom had come here instead of me. I'd hate for him to have to suffer such a thing, but at least he would have been of some help here...