GRAVEYARD ✨

[probe]

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

[bachelorbored]

...But?

[kaz is trying not to look freaked out, and it's failing.]

Nobody told me my body was missing! I thought you guys just... fucked up, or something! Everyone else had a body! I saw the trials! [did he??? did he really?????]

Maybe you just lost it? Like, Ming Yi stuffed it in a closet, or something!

[commedia]

No, I'm pretty sure they checked your entire room out...and don't the bodies update when they go to the location of the body?

[it was just GONE, bro]

[bachelorbored]

Gluttony! You said they had portals, right?! So... they hid it...?!

[commedia]

I'm not sure? They might have...?

[bachelorbored]

Right, so it was probably... something like that?

Whew. No mystery, then, just things completely out of our control!

[commedia]

[Muttering:]

Still, if Ming Yi did it...maybe he did eat the corpse somehow...

[bachelorbored]

No!

Not another word about eating me!

[commedia]

I-It's a somewhat logical theory! How else would they get rid of a body so thoroughly-!

[bachelorbored]

Nope! Shut up! Stop talking!

I am not standing here and entertaining thoughts of my well-honed body being wholly digested by a psychopath! Holy shit!

[commedia]

[Looking him up and down.]

It's not that well-honed...

[bachelorbored]

Fuck you!

If—and this is a big hypothetical if!—anyone ate me, I’d be utterly delicious! I’m toned and tender, the ultimate combination!

[commedia]

[Poking him in the shoulder.]

Not...really. I loathe to say it, but I don't even think Limbo saw you as anything more than a snack.

[bachelorbored]

I am a snack! Just not... you know, literally!

[commedia]

[doubt.jpg]

[bachelorbored]

Fine!

Try nibbling me! Just a bicep or something—nothing major!

[commedia]

[EXCUSE ME]

A-are you asking me to bite you?!

[bachelorbored]

How else am I supposed to prove my delicious taste? Eat myself? Don’t be ridiculous! I’d be very biased!

[commedia]

Why me? I mean, it's not like I'm-!

[LOOKS VERY CONFLICTED]

[bachelorbored]

You brought it up! You challenged my snackitude!

[commedia]

It doesn't mean I need to bite you!

[bachelorbored]

Then you’ll accept my opinion on the matter as a certified local guide! Case closed!

[commedia]

I can't, because you're not a...certified local guide! Believe me!

[bachelorbored]

No! Google doesn’t exist here, so now I make the rules! Believe me, or Bill Gates will inject you full of bee venom!

[commedia]

Who in the world is-? BILL GATES???!

[bachelorbored]

I said what I said!