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

[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?