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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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[ Vlad is incredulous, and incensed at the idea that Fukuda isn't sure of his strength, that he might think him weak, and is now determined to prove otherwise.
Also because there's like a bunch of people trying to kill them. That too I guess.
Vlad holds out his hand and--a violently pink ray of energy shoots out, striking both the attacking heroes enough to knock them backwards and drop their weapons. Once the beam recedes, Vlad chuckles darkly and approaches the one with the broadsword, tossing the weapon off to the side before grabbing the man by the shirt and lifting him up just enough for Vlad to punch him hard enough to knock him out cold. ]
Hmph. How's that for probably?
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Yes, good, you're the strongest! Just keep blowing them up!
[And he ducks behind his car again.]
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Anyway he claps for Vlad???]
You're doing great, Mr. Vlad. Ah, but, I was wondering, what were our instructions in coming here again?
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[ Vlad hefts up a baseball bat that has just materialized out of thin air and gives the other superhero a hefty enough thwack! that they are knocked out immediately, slumping to the floor pathetically. and sexily.
Vlad goes to grab the whip to tie the two together while they're knocked out. ]
We had instructions?
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[Does yelling at Vlad for being a clown count as a wrath indulgence? If not, maybe throwing the rearview mirror from the car at one of the superheroes will.
Wow look at how all these superheroes are falling ass-up. It's amazing.]
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[He says while holding a bloody power tool in his hands? Anyway more super heroes are arriving? As if they are attracted by the smell of blood????
One sneaks up behind Fukuda and is holding a knife to his throat as they pose seductively.
"Lower your weapon of your friend gets it!!!"]
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But like. They're already dead and can't exactly die again, here. So what does he care if Fukuda's throat get slit or not? He'll be fine. And besides, he's supposed to indulge in Wrath, right?
Vlad does end up lowering the bat...but only so that he can use the whip in his other hand to lash the spiked end out at the offending hero. ]