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

[bachelorbored]

That's it! I've had it with your put-downs!

Bite me on my delicious love handles, asshole!

[commedia]

EXCUSE me?

[bachelorbored]

You heard me! Tons of women have rated them five out of five!

Bing it!

[commedia]

You have to, uh...

[Gestures for Kaz to lift up his shirt??]

Show me where they are?

[bachelorbored]

What?

Oh. Yes, I suppose a partial denuding is critical, here... well, don't get any ideas! You're just here to chow down!

[he lifts his shirt slightly on the right side. no homo.]

[commedia]

[Douman....blushes?]

Please don't say it like that...

[PLEASE...and just...? Bending down?]

Goodness, you really are short.

[bachelorbored]

Rude as hell, and heightest to boot! I'm actually well over the average of men my age, it should be noted!

And stop staring and just get in there! You're making it weird!

[commedia]

You're the one making it weird-! Ugh!

[And just opening their mouth and haha! They still! Have the sharp teeth!]

[Just chomping Kaz right on the hip ENJOY YOUR CLITE (CLOWN BITE)]

[bachelorbored]

Ow!

[reacting purely to the pain, kaz unconsciously flails, slappin douman a little across the face as he pulls out of his lil clowneybite.]

There! Positive vibes only, please!

[he's holding his shirt up and out of the wound, blood trailing freely down his hip, and on to the top of his pants.]

[commedia]

[niji i desperately hate this thread so much]

[Also Douman draws back, eyes a little glassy as they lick their lips, impressively ignoring the slapping of the face.]

[Sorry, even if Douman is baby now, they...still have Man Eating Tendencies YOU CAN'T JUST QUIT COLD TURKEY]

[bachelorbored]

Hah! Mesmerized by my taste!

I don't mean to say I told you so, but I did tell you, so... fuck yeah!

[commedia]

[Douman breathes a little heavily. The taste of blood, metal on their tongue is...nice. Its nice, as loathe as they are to admit it.]

[As if in a haze, Douman steps forward, bending in to hold Kaz's face...and meeting his lips with a hungry sort of kiss.]

[Douman doesn't want to be Limbo. But the allure of the darkness they left is too much to ignore, at this time.]

[bachelorbored]

Huh?

What are y--wait! Now it's getting weird! You're making it--sto--!!

[WHY THIS

arms akimbo, kaz settles on turtleslapping limbo, trying to get him to stop.]

1/2

[commedia]

[Ahhh. What pleasure, to take what is desired, and-]

[Why is...this twink slapping them like that.]

2/2

[commedia]

...

[Realization strikes like a thunder bolt, and they draw back, horrified.]

A-ah! I'm so...I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it, I really didn't-! Please, forgive me!

[bachelorbored]

Ahh, jeez...! [he wipes a hand across his mouth, and frowns at it.] You got my blood everywhere!

[that’s? what he’s worried about?? his blood is soaking into his shirt, now, even as it heals. Kaz huffs a sigh, hands in a shrug.]

Well... I guess this is at least partially my fault for being such a gourmet snack, so I’ll let it go this time.

[commedia]

[Just...grasping his shoulder.]

Please never call yourself a snack again.

[bachelorbored]

I can’t help what I am!

[HE SOUNDS UNBELIEVABLY PLEASED WITH HIMSELF]

[commedia]

[HANGING THEIR HEAD AND GROANING]

[bachelorbored]

Call me a goldfish, because I'm the snack that smiles back!

[commedia]

...

[A long-suffering look, before they reach up and knock a hand against Kaz's forehead.]

[bachelorbored]

Hey!

I should be hitting you!

[commedia]

I was checking to see if your head is hollow.

[bachelorbored]

Wow. Planning your zombie luncheon already?

No can do—my brain is off-limits, even to you!

[commedia]

[Bluntly:]

I was calling you an idiot, Kaz.