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]

I meant... tell me the details. Please.

[executeprogramming]

Response: Gladly. Although my initial attack on the meatbag began in the hallway with an unarmed strike to his chest—which caused him to be propelled a fair distance and thus run away—the blow that likely killed him was done in the training gym with a wooden staff that apparently belonged to the one called "Beau."

[bachelorbored]

You framed her!

[executeprogramming]

Confirmation: Indeed, although without any intention to do so. I prefer to be more hands-on when it comes to killing meatbags rather than exploiting the many pitfalls of the justice system.

[he considers for a nanosecond, whether to ask "were you asleep during my execution when I explained this to everyone" but surmises the answer]

[bachelorbored]

Well... why didn't you just fess up immediately, then?

[executeprogramming]

Response: It likely would have involved needing to exterminate all the remaining meatbags if they perceived me as a threat, given there appeared to be no escaping the confined facilities we were in. I was lacking in sufficient ammunition to my rifle to deal with all of them at once, even accounting for the ones I'd feel confident killing unarmed.

Addendum: But also, where is the fun in "fessing up"? Where is the thrill of secrecy and fear of an unknown deadly force?

[bachelorbored]

Is it... fun?

[executeprogramming]

Reply: For me it is.