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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Comments

[holeful]

I wasn't happy about it. I thought it was the only way I could explain why I wouldn't have done it to Steven and then bashed his head in.

[commedia]

Explaining away killing with telling about your killing...

[A shake of the head.]

[holeful]

[He just sighs.]

Forget it. I figured you wouldn't understand.

[commedia]

What...what am I supposed to understand, here?

[holeful]

Nothing. You already said you didn't want to be friends so it doesn't matter.

[commedia]

I didn't say that, I just said I didn't think you'd want to be friends with me.

[holeful]

[He's quiet for a long moment.]

Mr. D- No, wait. I need to call you something else. What should I call you?

[commedia]

...Ah, Douman is my name? Ashiya Douman. I mean, I...was using my own name...I guess that they preferred "Limbo", though...

[holeful]

Well, they introduced themselves as Ashiya Douman too, so it just feels stange to call you the same thing, since you're different....

[commedia]

I'm the real one, though?

[IF ANYTHING THAT CLOWN STOLE THEIR NAME]

[holeful]

.... Could I just call you Douman?

[That's Douman-kun instead of Douman-san.]

[commedia]

That's rather familiar, but...if you insist.

[They won't say no to that.]

[holeful]

Thank you.

So, Douman, what I'm saying is this; Before I came here, I didn't have any friends at all. So it's not really in my nature to be discriminating.

[commedia]

...

[Hm.]

Because of your curse, right?

[holeful]

[Blinks]

My curse?

[commedia]

With the numbers. The one you told them...me about.

[holeful]

Ah. Then yes. I never really fit in because people thought I was strange because of that and the habits relating to it. And then I had a hole in my head, so that didn't really help...

[commedia]

...

Well, I suppose I can understand being hated for what you are.

[holeful]

That's the whole point I was trying to make.

[You're Not So Different You And I.]

[commedia]

[Just...makes a bit of a face. Unlike Some People, it still feels morally wrong that a serial killer is basically saying YEAH WE'RE THE SAME, BRO.]

...So this place is the afterlife, then.

[holeful]

[YOU'RE THE ONE WHO WAS JUST SAYING NO ONE SHOULD WANT TO BE FRIENDS WITH YOU, EVEN HIM?

Anyway... that's fine he's used to being rejected.]

Something like that? Mr Hypnos said it wasn't unlike where he's from.

[commedia]

[IT STILL FEELS WRONG. HE DOESN'T WANT TO BE A MONSTER!!!!]

Hypnos?

[holeful]

That's what Sloth's real name is! He's the greek god of sleep and he's one of the cthonic gods. And his hair is really soft.

[commedia]

...Oh, I know. Limbo kissed him a couple weeks back. Cthonic god, huh.

[holeful]

Ah, did they....
[NPC SMOOCHES....]

But aah, that's how I worked it out, after he said this place was like where he was from.