GRAVEYARD aka the locked basement LOL

[protoshepherd]

[ 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. ]

Comments

[murimurimuri]

Now you're getting the picture.

[cardboard_journalism]

...Can't see why someone would try to hurt a monkey-trainer.

Did you drive someone... bananas?

[murimurimuri]

I witnessed an assassination.

[cardboard_journalism]

...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?

[murimurimuri]

That's what I pleaded, justified self-defense. Though they nailed me on a lot of other things!

[laughs]

[cardboard_journalism]

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?

[murimurimuri]

Not really, but I don't feel like sitting around regurgitating my life story, either.

[cardboard_journalism]

I guess.

We've probably got... two more days to kill.

[murimurimuri]

And with them will come more deaths, so I can find someone else to talk to.

[cardboard_journalism]

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...?

[murimurimuri]

He was my lawyer. Got me off of a false murder charge, and he doesn't remember anything after that. I thought I'd hit the jackpot with that one, but we can all see what good he did me.

[cardboard_journalism]

...What, really? That's strange, I totally called that guy's bluff...

[murimurimuri]

What bluff?

[cardboard_journalism]

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.

[murimurimuri]

Ah. Probably because he didn't have his assistant around to do all the actual work for him.

[cardboard_journalism]

...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.

[murimurimuri]

I know, right? I can't believe those idiots are gunning after Portsman. Well, here's hoping!

[lololol]

[cardboard_journalism]

Yeah... whoever flipped the vote back there really dropped the ball.

--Though. Win, lose, the prize is probably going to be a one-way ticket to burny-town for all of us. Kahk-kahk-kahk.

[murimurimuri]

[That kills his obnoxious laughter.]

[cardboard_journalism]

You don't think so? Thing doesn't seem to realize it's dead itself...

No way is he gonna let us scamper off after all this.

[murimurimuri]

[darkly]

I do think so. And now, with De Killer inevitably joining us soon, I can't even hope for revenge.

[cardboard_journalism]

...sss. The butler guy? He's... someone important?

[murimurimuri]

In this case, he was the messenger. He was going to pass the events of my demise on to the only person in the world who'd actually notice or care about them. Someone who knows how to make heads roll, if you know what I mean.

[cardboard_journalism]

Kaaaaahk. So I was on the nose with the hired assassin bit...

...Listen. What if there was a way to get us out of here? Hypothetically speaking. You could go back to your prison cell, the vengeful spirits could go back to being dead, I could go back to my newspaper, and we all are happy living our happy little lives. Or, unlives.

[murimurimuri]

Nah, it's not like that. I mean yes, he's an assassin, but I didn't hire him... well, let's just say I know more than one and leave it at that.

Obviously if there were a way to get out of here and back to my cell, that's all well and good to me. I'm not inclined to kill anyone who isn't a threat to me, post-mortem revenge and badger brainwashing aside.