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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 follows. Not because he's that desperate for a conversation or anything but just because he doesn't appreciate being brushed off like this. ]
...Excuse me?
Hello?
Did dying ruin your ears or something?
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That is what happens to him.]
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Vlad scrambles back up to his feet, cradling his jaw where he was punched, and makes a kind of indignant scoffing-squawking noise. ]
What on earth was that for?!
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[This is such a snarl. You can tell he used to be in a gang.]
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Who said you get to make that call?!
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The people that man's foolishness killed! In other words, me!
I wasn't about to let his stupidity kill his children too! Oh, even though it already did!
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[He can shake him off. He's also going to get punched again.]
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Only because this place has made me so! That man stole twenty years of my life from me!
[ Speaking of combat mode: Vlad lunges forward to slug Omi in the jaw too! Two can play at this game! ]
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Then his grabbing Vlad around his torso and- really this is wrestling. Omi is wrestling him.]
Shut the hell up!
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Vlad wheezes as Omi takes him by surprise and widens his stance before he can fall over...and then tries to knee Omi on the stomach before he can do something else with that grapple of his. ]
What, don't like admitting you're wrong now that you know the full context behind my actions?
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[He does knee Omi, but he doesn't succeed in toppling him over. He's a good wrestling boy.
And so he will be trying to push him to the ground.]
If your issue is with their father- you fight their father!
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[ and then, because Vlad is strong but not particularly any good at wrestling, or fending off attacks when he doesn't have his powers, he is indeed successfully pushed to the ground with a very dignified 'oof!' ]
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It's clear they won't see eye to eye so! Time to make him shut up for a while!]
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