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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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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.
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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--
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God save The Queeeeeeeeeeeen!
[Then he laughs so hard that he falls off the couch.]
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I hate you and your new little brat too!
[And then Poland will tearfully go stomp off and hide behind the couch. Forever.]
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First a room, then a concert!
[IT'S HOW SHE GOT STARTED]
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[If there is a God this will be Poland's final performance.]