DEADLAND

[petoskeymods]

[Some time after your character dies, they will wake up in their bunk in camp. But something is wrong here, so very wrong.

Venture outside, and you will see that you're still in camp, but it's trapped in a foggy twilight. Time doesn't seem to pass, and it's quiet. Too quiet. No animals, no breeze, nothing.

The only sign of anything living is in the trees, where dozens and dozens of ghostly figures roam. Sometimes they might come into camp, but you'll probably have to go out to meet them if you want to talk to them. They all seem to be watching camp, but are shy and might flicker away if they're approached.

Finally, in the chapel in the lodge, there is a shadowy figure. It looks like a preteen, perhaps? Maybe 11 or 12 or so. But that's about all you can get from it at a glance.

But you're here now, and there are things to do. Where will you start?]

Comments

[warmyyarny]

That can work! As long as you have something with thumbs.

]It's worth a try!]

[diesifkilled]

Would a raccoon work for that? We know there's at least one running around camp.

[finalguard]

... that raccoon.

[ He's not protesting this or anything, just the thought of any of them posessing Spice Block is.... weird. ]

We might want to coordinate groups for this as well to get more info out, like we did on Monday.

[love_seriously]

If we figure out what we need to tell them, we can split it up and make sure everything gets covered. We don't know exactly how long we'll have, after all.

[warmyyarny]

I don't think we have much time left. We either do this in the next few days or it may be too late.

[There are seven campers left, after all]

[particlebarrier]

[Lance just makes a face.

God, stop reminding him of Spice Block please. (Please keep reminding him).]

...I guess that'd work We can try passing on a message to Lenka to bring my phone with him to the trial for us to use, since uh...

[SOL IS EATING THEIR BODIES WTF.]

[finalguard]

Yeah, we should warn them that we're going to be animals. It'll save us the trouble with our people at least.

Even if not with Archer.

[ And boy does Boa resent Archer. ]