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GRAVEYARD
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, but it leads you to somewhere that's not the front lawn. 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. On the desk are some blank pieces of paper along with crayons, as well as a written note next to them that says PLEASE DRAW THE PREFERRED ANIMAL :). It looks like this is how you ask for a meeting with a Leader. 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. As of Week 3, each person has the ability to send messages on their PHS unlocked. |
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[ Why does he care? It's not even like it's one person, but so many people, implied and to his face, over years and years and years...
It doesn't matter anymore. He's gotten used to living as a criminal. ]
That execution was, like, best case scenario, you know? Really, things couldn't have lined up better. I don't feel too bad about it, so you don't have to either.
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It matters because at least some part of you didn't want to die. Otherwise you wouldn't have bothered fighting back.
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[ It takes him a moment to recall the execution, as much as he doesn't think about it if he can help it. ]
Aah, that. I guess, yeah, you could call that fighting back. Yeah. It would be good if everybody thought of it that way.
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What would you call it, if not that?
[SIR?]
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[ THERE WAS
SOME SORT OF PLAN....... ]
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Please elaborate.
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[ Kano is also very tired. ]
Let me finish my drawing and I'll tell you.
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[Weighing his options.]
You may finish it while telling me.
[Sucks for you Schwann doesn't care about his appearance as much as Raven!!!]
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[ He picks up the pen with his off-hand and starts drawing even more badly. ]
So, like...
[ Just going to talk very very slowly. ]
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[HE SEES YOUR GAME YOU TRICKY GOBLIN.]
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[ Talking and drawing at the same time? Impossible. Can't do it. He says as his pen does not stop moving the entire time. ]
You try not to talk or move either, or my pen's gonna slip and accidentally stab you in the eye or whatever.
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It's fine. Kano's still imprisoned by his other hand. He's not getting away until he fulfills his end of the bargain.]
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...when I was little, me and my mother died and were swallowed up. I was granted a wish, and a new life. Ruler's wish is stronger than mine. I needed both of us to die, so hers could be granted.
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But still.]
... I don't really follow your logic, but I'm sorry that happened to you.
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I'm sorry you had to suffer through the ordeal of dying and coming back. That is something I understand.
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... it's supposed to be a good thing, isn't it? Coming back.
[ Though Kano doesn't sound too convinced, nor happy about it. He really should have just died when he did, when all the years that followed were nothing but suffering. Happy bits scattered in between, but still, life's been hard. ]
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[Sighs.]
But the reality is that it's hard to come back from that. For me, everyone I cared about was still dead, and all I could think at the time was what was the point of being alive without them?
[....]
Even now, I don't know if the years I've had since then have been worth it.
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You kept living, though. Something had to have been worth it, for you to hang on as long as you did. What was it?
cw: suicide ideation I keep forgetting to put these
[Staring into space for a long moment.]
I don't know. After I woke up, Commandant Alexei, the man who'd brought me back, gave me the means to shut off the blastia keeping me alive. I would sit there for hours in that hospital bed, holding the means to make it all stop in my hands. I got close plenty of times. But I couldn't follow through, even though I wanted to. Call it natural instinct, maybe.
[SIGHS. Honestly, he's not sure if he should be saying this to a child. But Kano seems to understand better than the others who he's talked to about the experience of dying.]
I think maybe "Raven" is someone I made up who had more of reason to keep going. From what people have told me, he sounded like a happier person.
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[ He breathes a laugh, glad that Schwann can't see him, so he can stare at the ground and not look at him when he talks. ]
Sometimes... you have no choice but to create the person you want to be. You make somebody who smiles and laughs and can get along properly with others, 'cause otherwise there's nothing there. Like you said, it's a natural instinct.
[ The body wants to live. The soul wants a reason for living. Otherwise, the only other option is oblivion. ]
Ah! But there's others, you know? Who try very very hard to be somebody new- who grasp their reason to keep going out of the sky instead of waiting around or searching blindly for it. They try super hard and work super hard and they're able to change without feeling like a lie. There's those people too. Sometimes one becomes the other?
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And which one are you?
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[ Does he look like somebody who is in any way genuine? ]