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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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[ And he's still not saying it! Important things in messages get censored so there was no point in trying to write about it. ]
I really thought you'd figure it out, you know? Or, like, the other people who messaged me about it? I'm kinda disappointed!
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[he does not look sorry at all.]
Whatever were your reasons?
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A condom filled with honey... I couldn't even use it for medicines.
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Four guesses.
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[SIGHING DEEPLY, why does he let Kano drag him into this]
Was I supposed to wear or use any of the items you gave me? I attempted as such, but nothing happened. So my assumption was then that it was meant to represent something.
[Musing out-loud, arms folded]
Similar items stacked inside one another, with a star between them...
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Did you wear it...? Don't forget the honey and the condom! Very important.
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No, I did not. I was advised not to seeing as there was a condom.
[ARCHING A BROW]
Was I meant to wear it...?
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He thinks about the people left over there and he's not entirely sure ]
...I'm tryin' real hard to have faith, but, you know. I mean, I sent it to you for a reason, and if you couldn't get it...