GRAVEYARD ✨

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POPULATION: GHOST TOWN

You die - and then you wake up.

For a second, it feels as though you can't breathe, and then your head breaks the surface. You crawl out of a pool of blood and into a large, crystalline room. Moving images play across the crystal walls, and if you watch close enough, you'll realize that you're seeing the land of the living; a familiar space station with familiar faces. You can watch these images for as long as you'd like - there are several very large benches (as in, you have to climb them to sit on them) around the room for you to rest on while you do.

Regardless of how you died, it seems as though you're not quite gone completely. You're in one piece, at least. That's good news. However, your surroundings are not exactly what you remember.

When you exit the first room, a bleak, empty city sprawls out ahead of you.

The city itself is large. The framework of it seems to tower higher and higher than you can see, up into the black opal sky that shivers and curls every so often. A river entirely made of blood runs through the city, winding around buildings and ending at the crystal room. The most noticeable thing about the buildings themselves is the fact that thorny vines made of pure white steel dig into the walls and floor, cracking the foundations.

The residential building is worn down and old. It's two floors, and has a few small studio apartments built for one or two people to live in. The beds are extremely uncomfortable. It has a communal area downstairs, but the TV is broken, and the couches are torn apart. Sometimes, this building feels obscenely hot in temperature, and smells like rotten eggs.

The grocery store is your typical convenience store. There's a large selection of food in this area, but it all tastes the same - like chalk. On top of this, every so often there will be bloodstains on the walls, the floor, and the displays. They change in size and location, each time you enter the store.

The clothing store is thrifty in nature. All the clothes here are uncomfortable and scratchy, and don't fit quite right. While you're here, time feels... weird. Distorted, almost dreamy. As you're picking out clothes and trying them on (no money needed, just take what you want), you swear you can hear a gunshot in the distance.

Enjoy your time in this city, and remember...your story isn't quite over yet.

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Comments

[executeprogramming]

[HK appears way too suddenly, as if he'd been following him around like some kind of hunter-killer robot stalking potential prey? weird]

Observation: You look well for having been made into chocolate, meatbag. At least, that was the working theory of your grisly death. I expected a lot less of a solid, walking form and more of a slurry. [for some reason he has his gun back?? they probably shouldn't have allowed that, even in hell]

[bachelorbored]

Ahh! Have you been following me!?

[he knows the answer. knows it. but maybe he'll lie and say no. maybe that'll feel better.]

What? Chocolate?! Wait, put down the gun!

[brightred]

Chocolate? [And here's Grell. She has her chainsaw but that's pretty normal.]

And what are you doing here? [The "you" is pretty ambiguous.]

[bachelorbored]

I'm dead! That weirdo with the shovel got me!

--Wait! Are you dead, too? Damn, he was busy!

[brightred]

A shovel? [I'm sorry are you expecting Grell to be keeping track of other peoples weapons that sounds like effort.]

No, some girl challenged me to a death match. Unfortunately, she won.

[bachelorbored]

Huh? A girl did?

[he considers his mental List Of Girls. it is small, because most of them are not aoi, or not attractive to him, and therefor forgettable?]

Did she work out?

[brightred]

[Kaz is valid.]

We fought to the death on the circus highwire, it was very dramatic. [There's a little sigh, but her dramatics are still pretty limited.]

[bachelorbored]

Oh. Cool, I guess. Except that you lost.

[anyway,]

I got choked to death... maybe? Shovel guy put me to sleep when he didn’t get me the first time, so I can only assume. Total bullshit.

[brightred]

How unfortunate.

And why are you here? [That's to the murderbot.]

Don't tell me they seriously thought you were responsible.

[bachelorbored]

Are you serious? Of course they thought he was responsible! He's been talking about killing people since he arrived!

[brightred]

He certainly didn't kill either of us.

[bachelorbored]

Who cares? He was definitely going to!

[he looks at hk-47 expectantly]

[executeprogramming]

Clarification: Not immediately, but given our new circumstances...

[and he just, unloads a single plasma bolt shot from his rifle into Kaz's chest at close range]

[brightred]

Ugh, do you have to do that here? [Grell asks, holding a gloved hand up to her nose.]

[executeprogramming]

[while Kaz is dealing with...that, HK turns to chat with Grell, hello

also, to his credit, he only shot him once, and not even in the head! what a good boy]

Response: I wished to test something, and given this meatbag is most unlikely to fight back between the two of you [eyes the chainsaw warily] it was the most logical choice.

Clarification: Unless you mean you would have preferred a different location, in which case your preference has been noted.

[brightred]

[She means stop murdering in front of her salad thanks.]

How many shots do you have in that thing?

One didn't kill him.

[bachelorbored]

Don't encourage him, holy shit!

What is wrong with you two?!

[brightred]

[Is that a shut up, I'm trying to do something here sort of glare? Yeah, probably.]

[executeprogramming]

Reply: I have enough remaining for further...experiments, as well as any other purposes or enjoyments I may need them for.

[looking down at kaz lying in a pool of blood and complaining]

Observation: It does seem that things may work differently in this area. Given we appeared here following our sustaining lethal damage, I was curious if the meatbag would be transported to a new location or remain here in pain.

[brightred]

That's quite a lot of bullets.

Why did you... sustain lethal damage?

[bachelorbored]

[kaz screams, scrambling at the new hole in his chest with both hands, looking at both of the present parties in horror, mouth working, but nothing coming out except gasps of pain and despair.

he's laid back on the couch, shuddering and coughing up blood, trying to compress the wound with both hands before he finally heaves out:]

You shot me?!

[executeprogramming]

Commentary: Given your unimpressive physical constitution, under normal circumstances you would have no ability to ask such an obvious question. How curious.

Query: You are a standard human, correct? I do not see any cybernetic organs inside your gaping wound.

[bachelorbored]

I'm a magistocrat, you dick!

[he coughs again, blood splattering on hk-47 at close range, and tries to wave the evil robot away.]

You know what, I don't care how you died anymore! I hope it sucked!

[executeprogramming]

[at the very least, he replaces the gun onto his back and isn't actively menacing kaz with it anymore]

Analysis: "Magistocrat" is not a registered galactic species in my databanks. Still, given my experience with shooting humans I would say it is close enough.

Conjecture: Even though you are not currently dying, I wonder if the wound itself is permanent. The so-called "Avatars" reacted similarly to being lethally damaged. [he is both talking and not-talking to kaz, and his tone throughout is as cheery and servile as ever, like he's discussing strange weather]

[bachelorbored]

What? Are you saying you shot one of the sins?

Dude. You really just see the line and skip over it, huh?