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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Week 3

[notaccurate]

A

[Well. They're dead, but they're still here. And effects means he feels the need to consume.

Of course, when he goes to the grocery store and actually gets food, he's going to take one bite before making a face and spitting it out.]

Who put chalk in a candy bar?!


B

[Or if you want something sadder, your character can catch Luca scrolling through his phone. The frown on his face only deepens as he looks through whatever it is he keeps looking at.]

a

[niceguyferatu]

[ Vlad walks up to Luca with a carton of croissants from the grocery store's bakery section, as a peace offering ]

Here.

[notaccurate]

[He is taking the croissant and THROWING IT ON THE GROUND]

[niceguyferatu]

[ This is a six-pack clamshell of croissants, bud, Vlad keeps holding up the rest in case Luca decides to stop throwing a temper tantrum. ]

There's no need to be rude.

[notaccurate]

What made you think I would want to eat one of those?!

[niceguyferatu]

You seemed quite desperate to have one on Thursday night.

[notaccurate]

They weren't- Did you really think I was going to eat all of them by myself?

[niceguyferatu]

What? No, of course not. But I'm sure you intended to have some. And you were certainly upset enough about them to waste your last few moments trying to write a message about them.

[notaccurate]

It was better than writing "My eyes have been cursed with the vision of Vlad's naked form, please end my suffering."

a

[brightred]

It's terrible, isn't it? [Grell says, eating an apple.]

Everything tastes like that here.

[notaccurate]

Even fruit?

[He sees that apple.]

[brightred]

Even fruit. [She says, taking another bite.]

[notaccurate]

This place is horrible.

[That's probably the point though.]

[brightred]

It is! They want us to indulge, but the only thing we can indulge in here is despair!

[notaccurate]

Those of us not on Despair's team are at a severe disadvantage. I have no idea how I'm going to do anything lustful here.

[The guys are ALL CLOWNS]

[brightred]

Really? That shouldn't be too hard, you're a good-looking man~

[notaccurate]

While I do appreciate the flattery, pickings are slim here.

[Murder robot, hole man, incel, and toblerone. Steven is ok but he's also still getting over his murder.]

b

[holeful]

[Sad is the energy for Fukuda this week so, yeah, he's gonna mosey up and try to politely peer at whatever Luca's looking at.]

[notaccurate]

[Old text messages. Right now he's scrolling through ones he had with Lust.]

[holeful]

[He will only peek a little. Looking at pictures is one thing, reading texts is another.]

It's a shame we can't text the people who are still alive, isn't it?

[notaccurate]

Mmm. I wish I had texted people more, I barely have anything to read now.

[holeful]

[Nodding.]

I just have ones with the Avatars and a couple with miss Aoi and Omi... I'm not really in the habit of texting.

[notaccurate]

Me neither.

[It's something he definitely regrets now, he has no proof of his time with any of his CR :(]

[holeful]

... Well, if things continue how they have been, more of them will be here with us soon.

[notaccurate]

...

[what the fuck, Fukuda?]

While you're not wrong, that isn't exactly a good thing.