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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[nodo]

You don't have to tell me what but did you ask him why we're still here?

[ hmm. envy...... ]

[housewolf]

I haven't.

I asked if we were going to be stuck here forever, but he didn't know for sure.

[nodo]

I see.

[ hmm..... ]

I asked Pride the same kind of question. They told me that we only had one purpose left.

[housewolf]

What is it?

[nodo]

We're food.

[housewolf]

Food...? For what?

[nodo]

For the station...or ship. Apparently our souls are the kind of food it needs. It might be repurposing our bodies as well but Pride didn't know about that.

[housewolf]

[He closes his eyes very hard for a moment, and then puts the drink down. Crossing his arms over his chest as he curls in on himself.

Panic won't do in a situation like this, even if he feels like it would be entirely warranted.]

Is there a way we can stop it or are we doomed from death?

[nodo]

[ omi you're so valid and law will just wait patiently. ]

According to Pride, there's nothing we can do. Trust me I've been adamant about finding a way to cheat death. [ hahaha.... ] As far as I'm aware, we're just here until we're not.

[housewolf]

How long has Pride been doing this job?

[Ha... here they are in a vore spaceship or something. It would be funny if it wasn't terrifying.]

It's not like we can text the living to let them know that either.

[nodo]

I never asked them for specifics about that. I was under the impression that it might be for a bit.

[ yeah....let's just agree with one long "yep"...but when omi mentions the living it's...bittersweet. gojou :c ]

We could try something with our haunts but it's no guarantee.

[brightred]

... oh that bastard!

[nodo]

You referring to the person who killed you?

[ because.... unsure? ]

[brightred]

No, I'm referring to Gluttony! This is all their fault!

[nodo]

Can you expand on that?

[ like was it because of the deal...or??? if it's up there to be backread i missed it weeps. ]

[brightred]

They're a demon! They eat souls, so of course they're part of this entire stupid plan.

[nodo]

Like an actual demon? I haven't spoken to them.

[ tho you know. fair one way or another probably?? ]

[commedia]

[Just?? Awkwardly looking away suddenly???]

[notaccurate]

...pardon?

[nodo]

You heard me.

[ :)))) ]

[notaccurate]

There has to be some mistake, we're not just food. Maybe it's a misunderstanding?

[nodo]

[ sorry luca....... ]

None. I asked them to clarify for me. You know, joked I was having a stroke.

[notaccurate]

...

I'm going to ask Lust. Just to be sure.

[nodo]

It wouldn't be a bad idea.

[holeful]

[HELLO???]