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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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Come on, I've already had so much of this despairing bullshit. You're going to add onto that? [ It's a harmless statement. What else would Omi be feeling right now? ]
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Alright, pick your favorite sin.
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I think you definitely deserve a long nap.
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Yet. Let's see if we can make them any better by taking one.
Which way to a bed?
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The food here isn't great. You can find just about anything, but they're all very flavourless. It got slightly better midway through the week, but.
It all kind of tastes like talc.
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I'm really feeling that despair indulgence right now, Steven.
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But like I said. It did actually get better in the middle of the week, so who knows.
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I'm ... gonna take a nap. Want to join me?
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Why not, if it'll make you feel better to not try to sleep alone.
[ It'll just be for a little bit, but he pities the circumstances around Omi. He's a good guy. ]
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Thanks, Steven.
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Sweet depression nap dreams, Omi...
While Omi is asleep, Steven will leave off on his own -- he's got things to do. But Omi will later find a rolled up oversized hoodie and a down jacket thrown over him as a makeshift pillow and blanket set when he wakes up. ]
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