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GRAVEYARD 2.0
GRAVEYARD Well, that sucked. But no matter what your death was like—whether it was something peaceful or traumatic, you'll find yourself waking in a completely white room on the floor. Small and empty, there isn't anything else there besides an open door to walk through. But before you do that, you'll probably notice that whatever injuries you may have had, including whatever may have been the death blow, are now gone. That's exciting. Stepping out of the room, it seems that you're in a large... house? with three different floors. Everything from floor, ceiling to furniture is completely white, except for the drawings that are plastered to the walls in each room. These are all colorful, drawn in colored pencils and crayon, and resemble a child's drawing. The other notable thing are the windows. While they're present all around the building, looking out of them only shows TV static. Besides that, everything is furnished with the absolute bare minimum of each room. The first floor is all typical common areas one would find in a house. There's a kitchen, living room area, laundry room, dining room, and a main hallway where the stairs are. There are also helpful drawings in these rooms that show the rooms much more lavishly decorated than they actually are. There's a door that appears to be the way to exit the building, it's locked. The second floor consists of nothing but twenty bedrooms. Each room has one queen sized bed, an empty dresser, and an attached bathroom with only a sink, toilet, and shower. Like the first floor, each bedroom has drawn pictures that show it looking much more lavish than it actually does. Thanks for nothing, artist! The third floor only has two rooms. One appears to be a home office with nothing but a desk and two chairs, one behind it and one in front of it. While there's blank pieces of paper and crayons on the desk, the note that was previously there is gone. The other room is much larger, and it's completely empty save for the many drawings lining its walls— in fact, the walls are covered in them, much more than in any other room. On closer inspection, though, it seems like these aren't actually drawings? The papers seem to be showing scenes from the living area. Everything from inside the hotel to the areas beyond the bridge are visible here. However, when curfew hits on Thursday nights, they revert to being normal drawings! Except for the fact that they're all drawings of stick figures being murdered in various ways. Well. At least there's plenty of things to draw with, if you get bored. Also, a handy link to the previous post. |
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He sticks his tongue out at him. ]
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he sticks his tongue out back?]
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he doesn't make it]
Oh, you're very talented.
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[ Soo-won's amazing talent for anatomy. ]
Are you sorry at all?
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soo-won looks thoughtful at that question, tilting his head.]
.... for some things, I am.
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[ Soo-won's twelve unforgiveable crimes. ]
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[he'll count them off on his hands]
I didn't get to eat enough dumplings as a child. I think I must've scared my mother a few times growing up. I didn't get to read everything in her library before I went to the capitol either. I forgot one of my advisors here. I forgot my other advisor as well. I remember them now, but I suppose I'm still sorry for it.
I think I neglected to learn some books on strategy. I'm also sorry I didn't read more books on peacekeeping. Oh, I also didn't get to finish reading in the bookshop here. Gulfan got hurt when he tried to protect me on the night I was sure to die. I didn't make it more obvious who my killer was.
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I saw Dorothy is here. And - .... well, I am sorry that I didn't find a conclusion that we could've been able to break the system that we are bound in that guaranteed bloodshed, and for some of the ways I chose to operate in it.
However I think for you in particular, to say sorry would be disingenuous.
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[ Half those things are things to be sorry about... ]
None of those things are the ones I'm lookin' for. Not an apology for me, and not one for you, either.
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You could stand to be a little bit more direct if there's something you want from me.
[because sure he's got regrets but also he's not going to air them all out to someone he last spoke to two months ago. at least all of the ones he gave were true!]
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Hmm... Yeah? I guess so! Alright. I want you to lie down real quick, on your stomach with your arms by your side.
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Hmm...
[he's thinking, thinking.....]
Request denied until I receive further information on why.
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But, hey, can you answer me one last thing, then I'll leave you alone?