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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[niceguyferatu]

[ Vlad's body slumps with the force, twitching as he's skewered on Law's blade. Vlad's head in the distance, gasps harshly in pain. And then again, when Law kicks his body off the blade, sending it toppling over to soak in a puddle of its own blood. ]

You never struck me...as such a cruel, sadistic man...

[nodo]

[ he lets vlad question his evaluation of law's personality as he makes it over towards his body, his sword resting against him, against his shoulder. every single time people always call him out on being kind or praise something he did, he has to wonder... why? is it the lies they feed themselves or something he does?

regardless, law eventually stands over vlads body and immediately turns to stick his sword right into the "ground", except the ground happened to be vlad's pelvic region. he doesn't do much more with it immediately and just leans on it for a moment. is he drawing it out? yeah. a bit.... ]

Yeah? What kind of a man did you take me for?

[ don't worry, law will get to work and move his sword even lower and make some very purposeful cuts even through the clothing. it's... well. it should be obvious what law did because he'll have to lean over to pick it up (making sure it's still incased in vlad's clothing) once he's done craving it off. (closes my eyes) and before he speaks up again, he makes an very honest attempt to yeet it towards the blood pools. ]

Everyone seems to keep forgetting that I'm a no-good pirate.

[ incase my vagueness was confusing: law carved off vlad's entire dick and balls region and chunked it. ]

[niceguyferatu]

[ Now, this is where Vlad gives up all pretense of dignity, because as he's getting his genitals carved off his body like a chunk of roast turkey, he gives in to the pain and his head, wherever it is, begins howling in pain, punctuated only by the occasional sob.

He's almost grateful that his eyes are so far away from his body right now, so that he doesn't have to witness this. (And how pathetic and weak does that make him, to be so grateful for such a thing?)

He's left panting from the pain in his disconnected body (and twice-disconnected pelvis), the sound of it wheezing and raggedy, until he finally swallows and is able to form words. He says them loudly, with conviction, and not a single stutter--but he can't help the wobbling in his tone from the pain. ]

No...even pirates have more propriety than whatever wretched, depraved creature you might be.

[nodo]

[ it's not that particularly gets a thrill out of butchering vlad like this but it's hard to say that there isn't some part of him that doesn't enjoy what he did. was it still a bit excessive? law examines his "work" and thinks that it's probably a flirts the line of what's acceptable. if he had his powers though it would be an entirely different matter.

( he'd likely have some sort of organ in his possession for him to "toy" with. )

either way, he's done. there's no more need to do anything else and any further mutilation will definitely cross the line. so, he'll just mosey over to where he had dropped his sheath and pick it up off of the ground. not that he's free from being petty. ]

Do they? [ he is curious about the kinds of pirates vlad knows about. ] Or is it that you just haven't messed with the right one?

[ but more of his latter question. the pirates he knows wouldn't give vlad a time of day and truthfully, neither did law. then vlad decided to murder steven and the rest is history. ]

[niceguyferatu]

[ strained shouting from the distance where his head is: ]

Do you regularly go around castrating people you disagree with?!

[ his body writhes around on the floor pathetically, trying to grasp at the pained area, but then flinching away violently when he ends up touching, uh, open flesh and air instead of the actual body parts that are supposed to be there. ]

[nodo]

[ hmm. that's kind of unsettling but hey! vlad should start having all of that grown back in...fifteen minutes. not that law knows that so he's kind of morbidly curious what happens to bodies here. ]

No, guess you should consider yourself lucky.

[ ""lucky""?? not really lucky but.... ]