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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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So? Why are we still stuck here?
[ WHY AREN'T THEY INSTANTANEOUSLY BACK
HIS ANXIETY!!! ALL WEEKEND!!!!! ]
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We are literally about to defy death, taxes don't count because they were never alive to begin with, and no one can prove that any god is invincible, either.
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[ Though he doesn't look too happy about that, because man what he would give to kill God ]
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You're arguing just to argue.
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Am I winning?
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You really think we can win this time, though? Like, even though we failed all those other times in the past?
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[ But he doesn't sound like he hates it. ]
Very stupid. Hopelessly naive and optimistic. She probably would've said the same thing... [ Hate that! Hate that he can't help but be fond. ]
Basically, something'd better work or else we'll all go poof!, so there's no point in thinking otherwise, huh? Yeah. Alright. I think I can get behind that.
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Basically, yeah. So we just keep doing what we're doing until we either win or the whole thing starts over again.
...Who is she?
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Um, hm. My older sister? She was, like, all about superheroes and stuff. Used to practice her super special finishing move or whatever all the time, too.
[ It's stupid and silly and he knows this, but still. His neechan... ]
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I could never be a real hero, but maybe your sister could!
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[ He'll just say it. There's no nice way to put it. ]
Really, just a normal, everyday girl. But she was my hero, so I wouldn't give up on you becoming one too.
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[ she does still think it's sweet that kano had someone like that, though? like, of all the things she'd have expected of him, it's not that. ]
She'd probably be glad to hear that you thought so highly of her, though.