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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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BUT now he's just done with this game in its entirety, the last traces of care he had evaporating along with the last few trials.]
Oh, shut up and stop being so self righteous. Murder is murder no matter what the incentive or who supposedly pushes you to do it and if you don't understand that at this point, the entire lesson behind this game has been wasted on you. Do you think yourself a beacon of justice for disemboweling people, beating them dead, staking them to crosses — just on the off chance that you might be able to bring them back?
I've said it before and I'll say it again; this game was lost from the first day, from the very first moment anyone decided to hold something inhuman to human standards.
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And still, you have nothing to offer but your own delusional superiority.
I really wish now that I'd killed you earlier.
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Yes, well, I'm certain you'll be very happy to know that the feeling is entirely mutual. I hope for your sake that you don't run into me anywhere after this or I'll be paying you back for that little poisoning stunt whether or not you remember me.
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I look forward to it, Charlie.
[ She doesn't seem to see his fingers. She's going to go join the smart people. The sane ones. BYE CHARLIE. ]
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he'll likely even approach her at least once more before this mess is over just because this reunion is way too anticlimactic for his overly theatrical tastes.]
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