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protoshepherd) wrote2015-03-03 02:21 am
protoshepherd) wrote2015-03-03 02:21 am
GRAVEYARD aka the locked basement LOL
[ You're dead. Either you were ousted and seemed as an ally of the Bad Badger, or the actual allies of the Bad Badger actually got to you.
You remember dying. If you were already dead prior to this whole game... well, you're alive again.
Your death may have been terrible. Poison, being stabbed multiple times, blunt trauma to the head, hanged... whatever. You can still feel the pain.
But... Where are you? You see white walls around you. You're in a hospital...? You're in a room, but there's no one else but you and a man in a blue costume. He doesn't want to reveal his real head, so he hides behind a mask. A badger wearing a blue jester's hat.
And... another person? Has that other person been there all along?
Then you remember being in a mansion. Was that all a dream? You try to figure it out on your own, but you can't seem to come up with an answer. If by any chance you look into the badger's empty black eyes, you might feel like you're being taken to a completely different place. It's as if you can see the mansion again. You can see the people talking, but if you try to call out, nothing happens. They can't hear you.
You avert your gaze from the badger, and those images disappear.
There's so much happening. Pain, and this crazy badger.
You, on the other hand, aren't wearing a blue costume. You have a white dress on, with an opening at the back. That was definitely not what you were wearing... or was it?
You have so many questions. But at least you're not alone. Someone can answer those questions for you. ]
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[ NOTE Your characters will be able to see the events happening in the game while in the graveyard as long as they're looking at the Proto Badger. They cannot participate in any of the polls, or try to converse with anybody that isn't in this room. ]
You remember dying. If you were already dead prior to this whole game... well, you're alive again.
Your death may have been terrible. Poison, being stabbed multiple times, blunt trauma to the head, hanged... whatever. You can still feel the pain.
But... Where are you? You see white walls around you. You're in a hospital...? You're in a room, but there's no one else but you and a man in a blue costume. He doesn't want to reveal his real head, so he hides behind a mask. A badger wearing a blue jester's hat.
And... another person? Has that other person been there all along?
Then you remember being in a mansion. Was that all a dream? You try to figure it out on your own, but you can't seem to come up with an answer. If by any chance you look into the badger's empty black eyes, you might feel like you're being taken to a completely different place. It's as if you can see the mansion again. You can see the people talking, but if you try to call out, nothing happens. They can't hear you.
You avert your gaze from the badger, and those images disappear.
There's so much happening. Pain, and this crazy badger.
You, on the other hand, aren't wearing a blue costume. You have a white dress on, with an opening at the back. That was definitely not what you were wearing... or was it?
You have so many questions. But at least you're not alone. Someone can answer those questions for you. ]
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[ NOTE Your characters will be able to see the events happening in the game while in the graveyard as long as they're looking at the Proto Badger. They cannot participate in any of the polls, or try to converse with anybody that isn't in this room. ]
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Kaaaaahk. [well, she couldn't argue with that]
...Why'd you do it, Mr. Monkey-Trainer?
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Rest assured, they had it coming.
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I see... so you were covering up another crime?
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...You trying to tell me you were a vigilante?
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...Cute.
Someone was going to hurt you, so you hurt them first. Kahk-kahk.
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...Can't see why someone would try to hurt a monkey-trainer.
Did you drive someone... bananas?
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...O-oh.
[well, shit, she could sympathize with that, that was basically the real journalist's worst fear: seeing something someone'd silence you for, but also knowing it was... a very good scoop]
So then he wanted to assassinate you, and you got him first? Wouldn't that just be... y'know, self-defense?
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[laughs]
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Okay, let me see if I can get the right headline for this...
"Monkey Trainer witnesses assassination, hires trained assassin to kill other assassin. Is 'slightly miffed' to discover preemptive self-defense is still murder. Plus whatever other stuff he did."
...kahk. Is that close?
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I guess.
We've probably got... two more days to kill.
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Sure. Go nuts. I mean, I'm not your keeper, right? I'm just the box girl, without the box.
Mask-guy and Prosecutor Blackquill will probably be in a great mood. Sss, sss, sss.
Or maybe Uncle Hugs. You said you knew him, right...?
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...What, really? That's strange, I totally called that guy's bluff...
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He said he was an attorney, a claim which I thought sounded far-fetched, so I asked to see his attorney's badge, and he didn't have one. At least that he'd show me.
No defense attorney doesn't have one of those! So, I thought he was a fraud.
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...Oh. Yeah, probably. Kahk.
[nods, that makes complete sense]
Well, whatever. His touchy-feely-ness didn't win any points with me. The 'bad badgers' might just win at this rate.
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