graveyard part five

[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. (The graveyard so far)

Comments

[vytis]

If you insist on being at a disadvantage we could have just had a nice conversation while you waited for a second sword.

[Just casually cooking like this conversation is totally appropriate for this situation.]

[notyetlost]

Oh yeah, we'd of totally had to talk first. I wouldn't kill you that quick.

I figure the videotape would have been like at least two hours of talking.

[vytis]

I suppose that would have made up for how little you spoke to me the day before you ended up here.

[Yeah, Lithuania noticed that.]

[notyetlost]

Y-you knew that early?

[Poland is genuinely disappointed.]

[vytis]

If you really were prey with no role I don't think it would have occurred to you that talking to me might draw attention to you.

[notyetlost]

That was totally Prussia's and England's fault!

[vytis]

Ah, right-- [Swapping to Lithuanian no big deal.] You were stuck with them, right? I hope they didn't bully you.

[Lithuania as fussy parent.]

[notyetlost]

[Seamless switch really, can't everyone do this?]

No!


[But his face is saying: maybe a little bit.]

[vytis]

[England and Prussia can't! Which is the point.]

I suppose it couldn't have been helped, especially with England there. Western Europe, I swear. But maybe I should have let you keep quiet during the trial, too.

[notyetlost]

[England steam rolled him and Prussia wormed her way into his head. He was doomed from the start.]

You figured it out anyways, so.

[Yes, he's sulking.]

[vytis]

I suspect Critter put us on separate teams on purpose. If I'd been a wolf and you were the rabbit I bet you would have figured me out, too.

[notyetlost]

Oh. [That cheers him up a lot more than it probably should, considering the circumstances involved with that realization.]

Yeah! I totally would have!

[vytis]

[Cheering up Poland success.] See, it's not your fault.

[notyetlost]

[Poland punches Lithuania in the arm with his left hand.]

If you knew you should have told me you jerk!

[So much guilt could have been avoided for two whole weeks!]

[vytis]

I was going to. [And now Lithuania looks unhappy.] I'd decided I would talk to you the next day.

[notyetlost]

...

[And so does Poland.]

Oh.

[vytis]

[Lithuania fusses with the food while he balls up all his guilt issues and creates what will probably become an ulcer with them.]

I've had my usual terrible luck in this game.