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

[holeful]

[a: THE INTERNET]

[Listen this is just an invitation if you want to have a weird time on the internet with captain nerd who's sure to have a lot of strong opinions and would love to show you movies trailers on youtube.]

[b: ANYWAY]

[I assume we all mostly ended up gathered in the bar to watch the avatar chaos unfold, so after all of the dead avatars have entered varying states of alive, Fukuda speaks up;]

Ah, this must be what Wrath was talking about.
[Hole man??? Has deets??? Surely not.]

b

[housewolf]

What was Wrath talking about?

[holeful]

Well I asked them about what Pride told Law, and they said it wasn't quite like that. It sounded like we're not fuel for the ship itself exactly? And when I asked what it was we're a power source for, they said they were going to try and find out.

[nodo]

[ hm.

if law is responsible for what the fuck happened this will NOT end well for him. ]

[housewolf]

[...?]

I asked Envy if he knew about the ship eating the dead, and he said it was complicated.

So if we're not for the ship, then what are we for?

[holeful]

That's exactly what I asked Wrath. I think maybe whatever they all just came back from was them going to find the answer to that question.

[housewolf]

They looked like they got chewed up. Is there... a monster? I heard something about a pink eye.

[holeful]

It's starting to seem like that might be the case? I'm not sure what there is to do about it, though, if even the Avatars with their powers couldn't handle it...

[housewolf]

Really don't like that.

[But at least the Avatars seem to be recovering. They aren't dead forever. Which is a plus.]

... There's got to be something right?

[But what is it?]

[holeful]

I don't know... I'm not really suited for a protagonist role.

[Is a detective not a protagonist role?]

[housewolf]

Aren't detectives protagonists?

b

[commedia]

[KIND OF NERVOUSLY WATCHING ALL OF THIS LIKE??? WHAT??????]

You mean...Wrath knew this would happen?

[holeful]

Well.... maybe not this exact outcome? But they said they were going to go find out what we're meant to be a power source for, since it's not the ship exactly.

[commedia]

...What do you mean, it's not the ship, exactly? Is it whatever is possessing the ship?

[holeful]

Is there something possessing the ship?

[commedia]

That's my guess. I mean, what with the eye outside the windows...it seems more like a curse or a monster.

[holeful]

... I'm not really a fan of mixed genre stuff.

[commedia]

...What?

[NERD??]

[holeful]

Well this whole ship is clearly sci-fi, some sort of curse would be more fantasy... maybe horror? Though there's a fair number of classic films that are sci-fi horror, I suppose. Like Alien.

b

[brightred]

[Is Grell sitting on his lap? Possibly. She's watching this with some concern.]

But they have their powers...

[holeful]

[He's so glad she is. He feels very cool.]

Well, maybe they'll do better next time?

[brightred]

Gluttony's a demon, and I'm sure the other avatars are just as powerful. And they can't die any more than we can.

[holeful]

That's what I'm saying! It's like with the id wells. Since you can't die for real, if you do, they can just send you back in and hope you do better next time.

[brightred]

You're an optimist, aren't you.

[holeful]

Am I? I suppose I've been trying to be positive. That doesn't mean I believe it, though.