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

[pasodoble]

Yeah why would you?

( Saying this like, Why would you waste your time on him... )

[pasodoble]

( Also, good job, Charles. Spain knew he liked you. He'll make more churros when he isn't drunk okok. )

[encored]

[you had better spain he's running low and he has a marie antoinette award to keep up]

You're severely underestimating her if you think not having a gun would have slowed her down, but not even I have an explanation for her affinity toward Ada.

[and then he just kind of freezes up for a second. NO THAT'S A QUESTION YOU CAN'T ASK HIM YOU CAN'T ASK HIM THAT he makes a frustrated muffled screaming sound and lobs an entire plate with part of a cake still on it... blind people are fair game!!!] Just die again already, you stupid old man!

[pasodoble]

( Well since Charles has been so good, maybe Spain will appeal to his French side and make Crema catalana too. But if anyone asks its totally a Spanish dish and France got the idea from him, okay! )

Ah, bravo! ( Applause. One Spanish seal of approval for you, Charles. Wait, didn't he ask a question earlier... did he get the answer... oh, well. ) There's no one to help Inglaterra now.

( ahahaha )

[encored]

[maybe he will even indulge Spain by pretending that's true...

ANYWAY he just kind of sniffs indignantly after that and suddenly feels very grateful that everyone here is too drunk and/or dumb to ask a lot of questions. now he can be extra crafty.] Thank you for your applause and appreciation. I can rest well knowing there's at least one intelligent nation among us.

[expiatrice]

She's a sweet girl! My roommate, too. It would've been nice if we actually met her in Mayfield or somewhere else where killing each other wasn't a daily requirement, you know?

[YOU SAY THAT NOW...

also pats soothingly]

There there. Water under the bridge, hm? I admit I'm disappointed I didn't get to do much lying at all, since I was on the honest team. But variety is the spice of life, or so they say, right?

[encored]

She's a bit dim even if she isn't quite as dim as I had initially thought and I'm actually quite glad we never met her elsewhere. At least this place hasn't lasted years.

[SHUDDERS... imagine being stuck with the people in this Pass for years Ciel seriously. he also looks severely tempted to bite her hand as soon as she pats him wow] That's a stupid saying to apply to a situation like this and you know it.

[expiatrice]

Why? Is that your contagiousness to sweet optimism showing, again?

[ARE YOU WILTING...]

Given the structure, I don't think it was meant to be. [it's ok she can risk his human teeth.] Would you have a better one?

[encored]

[HE IS and he swats at her at that... human strength, gross.]

I don't even want to waste my breath or a single inch of mental room coming up with something poetic and fitting for this miserable town.

[expiatrice]

You're already wasting a great deal just watching the trials, though. They've gotten quite droll of late, haven't they?

[SMALL TRAGEDIES...]

[encored]

[small tragedies indeed...]

Please don't remind me. It's not like I have anything better to use my remaining time for.

[tsunneverset]

So...so you tried to protect me, eh? I suppose I should thank you or at least apologise for being on opposite side. D-don't get me wrong though, this...this doesn't make me happy at all....

[doesn't even notice being hit by cake sorry Charles you have activated his weakness towards cute bratty kids there is no saving you now]

[encored]

[no where is the backspace button where is the undo key. when not even his cake offense is effective he knows he has lost the war...]

God, you haven't changed a single bit. Still such an embarrassment and— you're still stupid. So stupid! I regret making that moronic decision and wasting even an ounce of my time on you! [looking for something else to throw? LOOKING FOR SOMETHING ELSE TO THROW.]

[tsunneverset]

[He's smiling, but his expression looks more sad than anything else.]

Hahaha, it was a rather moronic decision, wasn't it? You and America both. It seems like people keep risking their lives for me in this game when they really shouldn't. If I'd known ahead of time, I would have told you not to bother.

[encored]

[there's something in that expression that's so nostalgic he wants to punch England in the nose for it. miraculously, he refrains...]

Don't put me on the same level as America. At least I only wasted one night. [a huffy noise; he might hear the clink of what would have been a third glass being set back down.] ...You just suffered such moronic deaths the last I saw you that I thought I might spare you from one more out of the infinite kindness of my heart, you know? Next time I'll keep in mind that you're likely the one causing them. [EYEROLL that england can't see whoops]

[tsunneverset]

America does occupy a tier of idiocy all to himself, it's true. [still wearing that pained smile...] But kindhearted lad or not, you should have known I've never really been much of one for the heroic side. I've always been a bit of a bastard, I'm afraid.

How did I die in your town, by the way? [sounding genuinely curious!]

[encored]

[inching closer with the intention of punching...]

Yes, well, it isn't surprising for wretched people to stand together. You just had to be a miserable idiot and land yourself on the side opposite mine this time. [a pause. ENGLAND DON'T BE SO MORBID]

I haven't kept track of them all. You were shot once, maybe twice. I think you might have died of smog in Westport but I wasn't alive long enough to see. Human deaths, very human ones. [a beat] You know, I think you gave me a stuffed bear after you died once because I was so angry with you.

[tsunneverset]

I'll try harder next time to end up on a different side. Trust me, I didn't enjoy being a hunter any more than you.

[looking thoughtful] Being shot, hmm? It still sounds far better than a shoddy reenactment of Hastings. Did I at least get to kill France once? Tell me I killed France in your town. And in that case, I'll have to get you an extra large stuffed bear after this game. One as tall as yourself.

[encored]

Good, you had better. Your effort this time was abysmal. [yes because it is 100% England's fault that he wound up a hunter.]

Those were some of the tamer things I can think of. It wasn't a kind city to anyone, you know? Hong Kong was axed to death and then set on fire by poisonous clouds of gases in hazmat suits once, you know? [shaking his head...] —Ah, I didn't see France around much at all, actually. If you did kill him, I don't recall it.

...You really don't need to get me any more stuffed animals though. I was drowning in a sea of them by the time I was plucked from that town.

[tsunneverset]

I'd like to try scavenger if I can. That seems like something far more up my alley. [hanging out in the background doing shady stuff and only joining a side if it suits him yuuup]

H-hong Kong was? Bloody hell, I'm glad I gave that town a miss...or don't remember it, at any rate. Wish I could forget about this one. [scowls] And of course that fucking frog's off eating cheese and drinking wine while the rest of us get trapped in these low-budget horror shows. I'm going to kick in his teeth extra hard for this.

Nonsense, all children enjoy stuffed animals. Would you prefer a giant stuffed bat instead?

[encored]

[side-eyeing...] You would be better off sitting on the sidelines so you don't throw your back out, to be perfectly honest.

Anyway, since you're an empty-headed moron, you seem to forget these places more often than not. I'm not exactly certain if that works in your favor or not, but you can at least rest well knowing you likely won't be recalling any of this mess the next time you wake up in a low-budget horror show. Just stick a post-it note in your pocket so you'll remember to kick France extra hard.

[MAKES A FACE] I had one of those as well, you know. Again, I'll insist I'm fine. I'm not even a child. You do know that, don't you?