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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[bachelorbored]

[kaz is just l

he is just laying here on a giantbench]

Is this what it was like during my trial? Terrible.

And they don't have a killer robot this time, either.

[brightred]

Our trial. I died too, remember!

[bachelorbored]

Oh, yeah. RIP to you, too, I suppose.

[he rolls on the bench.]

I can't believe we don't get proper graves. The afterlife is a joke.

[brightred]

This is the worst afterlife I've ever been in.

[bachelorbored]

Oh, yeah? I didn't realize you were a steward of the dead. I guess that's cool.

How many are there?

[brightred]

[She taps her chainsaw. It has the word "deathscythe" embossed on the metal of the casing.]

That's privileged~ information~

You'll have to die for real to find that out~

[bachelorbored]

That's fine. Truth be told, I don't care, but I find it good to make polite conversation!

Speaking of dying, you never told us how you died. It was a girl, right? Did she overpower you?

[brightred]

Well, if you don't care, you won't mind if I tell you a little piece of advice~

Stay alive as long as you can, live the best life that you can, and try desperately not to die.

[But that's enough of that.]

She didn't overpower me! We had a dramatic fight to the death on the highwire! I just lost my balance, that's all.

[bachelorbored]

Oh? Word. I'll say this one doesn't count.

[but he perks up for some schadenfreude!!]

You fell without even being pushed?

That must have been so embarrassing for you!

[executeprogramming]

Agreement: That would seem a more embarrassing defeat than to be overpowered.

Query: Were you at least able to injure them significantly before your clumsiness?

[brightred]

Hey! We fought! I just wasn't expecting her sword to break that easily! And don't pretend like either of you died in an impressive way either!

[bachelorbored]

Actually, it sounds like HK-47 died in a pretty cool way, and honestly? I still don't even know how I died.

[executeprogramming]

Qualification: On the contrary, being compressed in a high-gravity situation is one of the few ways I can be disabled, and I managed to inflict a good deal of harm before I was unfairly disposed of.

Query: I was, however, curious about one part of your untimely demise: was your body immolated before or after your fatal fall? Or were you not aware of it?

[brightred]

Ugh, don't remind me! That fall didn't knock me out, I never want to be set on fire like that again!

[bachelorbored]

So? Who was the fire bug? Shovel guy killed me, probably, gravity got HK, who was your kill-friend?

[brightred]

[Sorry do you think Grell cares about peoples names when she doesn't have to???]

That dancer woman, with the brown hair.

[bachelorbored]

Who?

[brightred]

Violet? No... Chrysanthemum? Some kind of flower name. [Kaz please. Please understand. Grell doesn't even know your name. She Does Not Care.]

[bachelorbored]

No idea, sorry. Unless...

Was she cute?

[brightred]

All of the women here are cute.

[executeprogramming]

Query: So the fall merely rendered you unable to move? Severed some of your delicate meatbag vertebrae that you require so that all you could do was suffer, enflamed?

Observation: What an indulgent way to finish one's work, setting a helpless victim on fire. By no means efficient but probably quite a spectacle to watch. Ah, it has been far too long since I have spent time with meatbags that exhibit such innovative methods of execution.

[brightred]

What, don't you have wires or something that make you work? I'm sure if I severed some of them you'd stop moving soon enough.

[executeprogramming]

Response: Oh I certainly do have such in the way of "wires or something." However, unlike your fragile squishy bodies mine is made of tempered durasteel with several redundancies and backup systems in case of such severing. [he seems very proud]

Observation: It is the difference between intentional design for a purpose and random evolutionary chance. It is not your fault that you are flawed, and you should take comfort that there are Galactic species far more easily killed than humans.

[brightred]

Grim reapers are significantly sturdier than humans, it's not my fault they've somehow weakened me here. You wouldn't want to fight me if I weren't sealed away like this.

[executeprogramming]

Disagreement: On the contrary, I think I very much would like to do so.

Statement: While there is certainly enjoyment to be had in the eradication of unsuspecting defenseless meatbags, I was specifically created to eliminate the Jedi, highly skilled combatants. There is far more satisfaction in a well-earned kill, do you not agree?