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GRAVEYARD ✨
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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for anyone else, that would probably mean they would get up and do something about this—throw their hot choccy mug at the hateful robot—freak out, really lose their shit at this misplaced and abused use of sloth
but it's not like there's a girl he likes involved, or even a demon, so instead, what kaz actually does is
go completely catatonic.
hands wrapped around the warm vessel of melty choccy, he sinks into the cushions and stares at the ceiling, questioning his life, the universe, and what the fuck is going on in both, the sounds of warring handservants echoing in the hall around his ears.
every so often, he takes a sip.]
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HK applauds]
Commentary: Well, that was very messy, and honestly rather amateur in terms of combat skills, but I feel it was made up for in enthusiasm and lack of hesitation. [he turns to kaz]
Query: Would you not agree, meatbag? It is rare to witness a large-scale brawl outside of noisy cantinas and spice gang wars.
[he notices kaz has been sipping on an empty cup for a bit and motions for one of the war-torn servants]
Request: Go and fetch some more of whatever the meatbag was drinking. And prepare a large tub of clean, boiling oil.
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Uh. Sure. Yeah.
What a... fucked up treat.
[his stomach turns, the sight of all the blood and gore turning on him violently—and flipping it further when HK-47 orders him another hot chocolate.]
NO! No. I mean... I was just. I'm going to. I have to nap. I.
I'm full.
[pushing himself shakily off the chaise, kaz sways towards, what he hopes, is a bathroom.]
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[in a disconcertingly short amount of time, a houseservant returns to the room and informs HK that an oil bath has been prepared, leading him...in the same direction as kaz
there, in the bathroom, is a large luxurious bathtub filled with dangerously bubbling oil of some kind
hopefully kaz wasn't hoping for a nice warm bubble bath]
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he'd asked for that.
kaz stops dead in his tracks, eyes wide, adrenaline coursing through his veins anew. what the fuck was he going to do with that. what the goddamn fuck.]
Um.
Yeah. Overstimulated. That sounds about right, because I'm literally about to lose my shit.
[grabbing one of the helpful servants by the shoulders, he spins them around, and hiss-whispers urgently:]
I need you to prepare me the biggest, most luxurious bed, appropriate snacks within easy reach, and turn every possible mobile phone device within a thousand mile's radius to silent mode, stat.
[the servant nods, and nyooms off, leaving kaz once again facing oil]
So, I'll, uh, leave you to it, right? Because that's, like, your thing, and I don't really need the bathroom that badly!
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[walking by kaz, he steps into the bath without breaking stride and lowers himself in, sending what is likely still-scalding oil flowing over]
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[the boiling oil flows across the floor, and he skitters away. he's boiling? himself?????? kaz doesn't stop to consider any of this. he's done. he's totally finished.]
Yup! I mean, yes! I'm gonna go do my bodily functions elsewhere okay goodbye!
[and off he goes, sprinting after the handservant who has just gestured to him.]