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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[commedia]

a.

[Someone crawls out of the blood. In any other way, this would be very typical for this beast of a man, to crawl out of such a gory thing, but...]

[This is not someone who's happy to be alive. Douman clutches at their head, shuddering, dark eyes glancing over the bizarre surroundings, before they just turn their gaze to their floor, their voice mumbling, nervous:]

I-I'm free...I'm finally free of that curse, I...but why am I here? Why am I alive-?

[And then, as if they've been holding it back for ages, Douman starts to weep openly. Hot streams of tears pour from their eyes as they just knock their head against the ground.]

[Who...who is this sad man?]

b.

[Later, Douman(?) can be seen walking around, their expression helpless, lost. If they even catch the sight of someone, they approach, bowing deeply, before saying, completely unprompted and extremely seriously:]

Please...please kill me.

[Huh?]

a

[kokytos]

[ Sup, clownman.

Steven just watched the execution and came right over. It's not very far, this pool of blood.

He just crouches down and looks at him? Like he's a wounded animal. ]

Surprise. Hell's just not that interesting.

[commedia]

...?

[They glance up at Steven, furrowing their eyebrows, and...]

Ah. Ah, I see, this...t-this is Hell? Of course, that's where I would go...

[...Douman doesn't stutter.]

[kokytos]

I doubt it. Hell would be a lot more populated, I bet. Despair derided me for even making that kind of suggestion, even.

If anything, they said it was something more of a limbo.

[ I'm just here to bully Crystal ]

b

[nodo]

[ WHAT ABOUT MY TOP LEVEL?? oh well whatever, law is lost as fuck but when douman(??) bumps into him and asks to be killed?? holy shit doesn't that just set him off in a bad mood. ]

Once is all you get.

[commedia]

...

[Douman just....stares at Law for a moment? There's some kind of recognition in their eyes, and they...suddenly start tearing up.]

[They bow again.]

Thank you. There...are no words for my gratitude.

[?????]

[nodo]

[ i.

what does he say to this? law has not experienced someone thanking him for killing them. then again, he has never been able to talk to anyone he has killed. he'll frown and the anger will subside for a bit. ]

Why are you thanking me?

a

[holeful]

[To be completely honest he was only waiting here for Omi to show up, but??????? Hello?????]

Mr Douman?

[commedia]

...Huh?

[He looks...a little scared?]

A-ah, are you going to drill a hole in my head?

[holeful]

[?????]

I'm not sure I would even if you asked me to, to be honest.

a

[notaccurate]

[What the fuck.]

Ah?

[No really. Luca has been waiting by the blood pool since the execution finished, since he knew three clowns would be coming shortly. But this is a sad kind of clown he had not been expecting. He doesn't know what to do. Help him.]

Douman?

[commedia]

...

[Just shaking their head and crying some more!! THEY ARE VERY EMOTIONAL]

[notaccurate]

...someone else?

[IS THIS? A POSSESSION??? WAS LUCA RIGHT TWO WEEKS AGO WHEN HE JOKINGLY SUGGESTED THAT???]

a

[niceguyferatu]

Well, technically you're not--

[ Oh. And...now they're crying. This is. Uh. Wow. Hmm.

Vlad has no idea how to handle this!

He'll just. Gently try to pat their back with his foot as he weeps. T-There, there? ]

[commedia]

Please don't...patronize me...

[Just...kind of shooting Vlad a little glare in the midst of tears? PLEASE DON'T TOUCH THEM WITH YOUR NASTY FOOT]

[niceguyferatu]

Well, what else am I supposed to do when you show up here weeping?

[ Vlad is extremely bad at sympathy. Also like, this is the last thing he would've expected from Douman. ]

a

[housewolf]

[Uuuuh. Like he's mad about being poisoned, but.

He's completely bewildered? Who is this man?]

[commedia]

[Who is this man, indeed?]

[And in fact, Douman catches sight of Omi and just...stares at him for a long while.]

...I-I...I shouldn't be alive like this. [Just mumbling to themselves.] If I die now then that thing should die, too, right-?

[AND ACTUALLY TRIES TO CRAWL BACK INTO THE POOL OF BLOOD TO DROWN THEMSELVES???]

[housewolf]

I uh-

[Shit. He puts a hand on Douman's shoulder and tries to keep them from drowning again???]

What thing?

b

[brightred]

Well, if you're going to ask so nicely, I'd be happy to oblige! [Sorry clown(?) you're taking a running chainsaw straight to the torso.]

[commedia]

[Douman(?) doesn't even flinch as the chainsaw hits them, and they collapse. Ah, finally. Ah, they can finally be...]

[...]

[Hm. Well, that is a wound! But...what gives?]

...Eh? Why can't I...?

b.

[bachelorbored]

[the wave of weakness did kaz a whoosh, and he's just

lying on the couch again.

when douman(?) addresses him, he blinks, and just stares for a long moment, until:]

I have some bad news for you, dude.

[commedia]

[Just shaking their head.]

Yes, the bad news is that I'm still here when I shouldn't be. So...please kill me.

travels back in time for b!

[executeprogramming]

Acknowledgement: Happy to oblige, meatbag.

[and without a moment's hesitation or further confirmation, he brings up the rifle he was brandishing openly and fires a searing bolt of charged plasma through the center of Douman's head]

wow

[commedia]

Oh, th-

[The thanks is stopped immediately by the shot to their head - Douman crumples to the ground.]

[...]

[Their body twitches.]

Ah...ah, why didn't it...?