![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
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. |
no subject
( PUNCH, PUNCH, oh my god England's becoming a zombie. )
no subject
Say I hate France and I never shagged him! Say it! I'll bite you again if you don't! You'll never be able to play football again once I'm done with you!
no subject
The ultimate decision: Spain's pride or his ability to play football.
They are interlinked. They are one and the same. Playing football is part of his pride and joy. His pride and joy is football. He hasn't done anything wrong. He's spoken the truth. He can't take back the truth! It isn't his to take back! This is something so obvious its practically in history books. But if it's so obvious, is it really worth losing his legs over. Oh, god, he's probably getting scurvy or rabies or something right now as we speak.
Is this checkmate??? Is there any way to win here... )
Bite me.
( A+ choice of words right there, Spain. A+++ )
no subject
no subject
Then maybe ( punch ) you shouldn't have ( punch ) slept with Francia ( punch ) in the first place!
( Punch )
Or the second! ( Punch, punch ) Or the third! ( Punch, punch, punch ) It's okay though! You deserve each other!
no subject