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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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[kaz suddenly sits up in horror, because he hasn't been paying attention at all:]

Wait! Does this mean all the dead people are coming here!?

Are you stupid?

Is that a rhetorical question? Whatever the case may be, no!

Tell them to go elsewhere! We're full!

Why? Other than Mr. Masters being an utterly odious person.

There's only so many terrible beds to go around. If people are going to be talking all the time, how are we going to properly relax? The food already tastes like talcum powder, and the clothing is hideous.

But other than that, yes, he's an awful old man.

We could hand him over to the robot for practice. If they're far enough away, we won't need to listen to his screams. Unless we want to~

HK-47 did say I could request violence. It's not usually in line with my personal brand, though.

I'm not allowed to kill humans, but if we can't really die here...

That seems like a worrying loophole, honestly.

Oh? Do you think you'll be in danger from me?

No, I doubt it. I'm a competent demon slayer, and you'll probably fall off something.

Hey! You're the one who doesn't even know how he died because he couldn't manage to kill someone properly!

He wasn't a demon! Usually I just zap them until they die! My inexperience was my downfall!

Maybe you need more practice! [It's amazing how fast she can go from just standing there to swinging a roaring chainsaw at someone's head.]

I'm not sure it's a matter of--FUCK!

[he splays himself flat against the giant bench's top, and starts yelling:]

SHOOT! SHOOT! SHOOT! SHOOT!

Edited (KAZ your ICON) 2021-02-28 03:19 (UTC)

Acknowledgement: Understood. Targets acquired.

[wait did he say "targets"

kaz can be forgiven for his inexperience with commanding murderbots, but he mayyybe should have specified his command a bit, because while HK-47 *does* shoot, the burst of 3 shots are aimed in such a way to go straight through grell and into kaz on the other side, the burning plasma bolts sizzling into the floor beneath the bench

oops]

Hey! [She absolutely takes those shots and is knocked down, but it doesn't stop her for any amount of time worth mentioning.

And she's turning on murderbot now.]

Watch the suit! There aren't any other good clothes here!

Arrgh! Not me! Why does this always happen!?

[he's just rolling in pain again]

[he looks down at kaz bleeding on the bench]

Commentary: How clumsy of me. I had forgotten that plasma bolts from this model penetrate through human bodies quite well.

(no subject)

bachelorbored - 2021-02-28 03:48 (UTC) - Expand

executeprogramming - 2021-02-28 09:28 (UTC) - Expand

bachelorbored - 2021-02-28 10:30 (UTC) - Expand

Supplication: I was merely acting according to my programming. I cannot be blamed for responding to a verbal command input. [he absolutely can and should be]

Query: Would you be able to describe the feeling of the shots? To compare with the other meatbag's experience.

Of course I'm going to blame you for it! And I'm not going to just tell you how that felt!

executeprogramming - 2021-02-28 09:35 (UTC) - Expand

Commentary: I am given to understand that trying new things is an important part of the human experience.

Are you suggesting that it could be a new growth experience for me if I told you to kill someone?

Response: You never know until you try.

[isn't it funny how these things happen]