gamehead | graveyard part five

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)

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[NO WHERE DO YOU EVEN COME FROM]

Honestly? ...I'm not the kind of man to back out of a bet but with our time so limited, aren't there better things to do? [no he is trying to backpedal hardcore]

Unless your shining optimism comes through for us, that is.

[summoned by the spirits of potential humiliation] Like what? Figuring out this supposed real game? Or getting our last hugs and kisses in? Of course, if you want to do the latter, I wouldn't say no.

It just doesn't make sense. The clues had all been seemingly to make the hunters look more sympathetic, but the last one...it stands out, doesn't it? Don't make the wrong choice and let the hunters win. And we know that the man on the phone made a wrong choice somewhere down the line that lead to everyone dying. Unless they truly were nothing but distractions that had no value whatsoever...something doesn't add up.

They might just be here to teach the value of sacrifice or something, you know? That seems to be a big theme in this little game. [BUT HE SHRUGS because he really doesn't know in the end and doesn't care to figure it out.]

Anyway, I don't particularly want to spend more of my time trying to recite lessons learned back to a creature that thinks it's fun to treat us all like kindergarteners. I'll give you your stupid performance once the hunters start breathing again since I don't particularly feel like fending them off.

You may be onto something there. Three hunters each for every surviving prey...I wonder what happens if they bring back enough hunters to outnumber them? Would they still get their victory and the incentive that comes along with it?

Give it to me when it turns out this whole dying thing is a farce and we wind up back in Mayfield or this town or the next spinoff alive and kicking. Unless you'd like to wager on that outcome as well.

They might, or the hunters might just be told to off the last of the prey and Critter wouldn't honor their incentive since they've spoken of it now. Weren't they making a huge deal about how important it was to keep that all hush-hush? [watch it actually be the wolves who damn them after all SIGHS AND SHAKES HIS HEAD.]

I'm not wagering against you again while we're still in this town. Anyway, I also believe we'll be making it somewhere else, so you can expect me to fill my end of the bargain then. You had better give me a good send-off just in case we both turn out to be incorrect, though. [if he had enough hair for a dramatic hairflip one would be happening right now]

What a fitting ending that would be to this whole trainwreck of a game. Though it did say it was fine with them revealing their incentive, but who can trust anything at this point? [and he does have enough hair for a dramatic flip so he'll do it right now]

I'll be holding you to that. And it'll be hard matching the send-off you gave me, but I'll do my best. Perhaps I can throw Holden or Sharon onto the funeral pyre with you. Though really, I'm getting quite tired of these towns. You can come visit my city once this is over and finally soak yourself in actual fashion and style rather than these eyesores.

I'm surprised anyone trusted it from the start, to be frank. ...Well, no, I'm not surprised. I wish it was surprising. [since joshua has the dramatic flip covered he will just go for the dramatically irritated hands on hips stance.]

Throw them both if you can manage it. That little cretin tried to have me killed the night Elliot Nightray died. [BACK TO HOLDING A GRUDGE] But really, any farewell would be good enough. I trust your taste. I would very much like to visit your city if the chance were to present itself, though. I'm so tired of fifties decor and creepy cabins, you know? I promise I won't make a mess of things.

Mmm, it's like I told Bruce Wayne. There was no guarantee Critter would ever fulfill its promise to the hunters even if they did win. The only way to come out of this game without any blood on your hands would be to refuse to play as a hunter from the start and trust that anyone else it made the offer to would do the same. Granted, everyone would have died, but it's not exactly like we'd be worse off than where we are now. [sighs and flicks his hair out of his eyes] Well, not that I can talk. I would have chosen to play, I'm afraid I'm not one for trusting in the nobility of the human heart.

[giggles at that] Ah yes, so I overheard. What an unlikely savior you had there. It seems like the nations hold a certain fondness for you even outside of Mayfield, hmm? I do hope Shibuya won't be disappointing, even if it's no England or Spain. And compared to certain other people who like to defile her with their terrible graffiti, you'll always be welcome there. [oh no is this genuine sentimentality coming through here...?]

It isn't as though trusting in anything has gotten us anywhere good thus far. It's a little incredible though, how much faith the humans here held. To think they would look at this offer Critter made and decide collectively to trust it, to trust each other and to trust the rest of us... Well, like you said, there aren't many ways to be worse off than we are now. [his expression sours. pessimist life...]

Isn't that an unusual stroke of luck? I'm still angry I wasted two nights protecting hunters, though. [IT'S A TRAGEDY] At least their affection is good for something.

[but oh, that does indeed sound like a peak of genuine sentimentality!! even he can (kind of) recognize it, socially inept as he is.] I can't say that my experiences in Japan have been stellar so far, but I'll visit when I can and treat your city well. Consider the offer extended in kind, of course. Hanoi is actually a lovely place to be, you know? I complain about it at times, but I'd host you well if you decided to visit.

I wouldn't say that. We trusted each other and that turned out well, didn't it? Up until our respective long and drawn-out deaths, that is. And at least we won't have to watch any more trials featuring self-righteous speeches and the prey abstaining again. [because this is clearly a fate worse than death]

There there, don't beat yourself up too much over it. You still did far better than our other protective roles. I still want to meet the elusive Elliot Nightray and find out how exactly he messed it up so badly that his role got passed on to one of the least likely candidates who'd use it. [NO OFFENSE CHARLES...]

We'll simply have to create new experiences for you in that case, won't we? Of course, any time spent with me will be stellar. [flirtatious hair-flick this time yes he has many different types] And I may just take you up on that, though I admit that traveling is not going to be in my plans in the near future based off how well this little trip went.

If our collective ends are disregarded, that's about the only decent thing that came from this. ...That and the end of those abstention trials. [his brow furrows a little because just the idea of it stretching on longer would drive him nuts...

also he does not take offense to that at all since he is in complete agreement.] I'd like to think so, but beating them wouldn't have been too difficult considering one was America and the other was the convert. As for the Nightray child, I'm almost glad I wasn't given the opportunity to meet him. He put a lot on my shoulders by dying and leaving that miserable role to me, you know?

[oh boy he is just going through every hair flip and flick in the book this conversation...! but he smiles at that, and it's not quite as flippant as his usual ones.] I'll hold you to it, then - not that I have any doubt that you speak the truth. If you find yourself unwilling to travel in a way that might wind you up here again, just give me a bell and I'll send a helicopter for you. How's that? [#chevalierlyfe]

graveyard part five

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