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petoskeymods) wrote2018-06-10 11:28 pm
petoskeymods) wrote2018-06-10 11:28 pm
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DEADLAND
[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?]
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?]
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[ Her own anger is one thing. But Lance's reaction is impossible to ignore, and it pushes everything else aside for the moment. The way he screams, the way he collapses- it's the too-familiar sound of devastation. Floe was already close by from the beginning of the memory, and she's there now; sinking to the ground by his side and gripping his arm tight in an attempt to...she doesn't know to what. To keep him present, if nothing else. What can you do or say for something like this...? ]
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...you know what's messed up? After all this time thinking about going home once we get out of here ... I'm starting to think I can't.