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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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[aha, it was... Mr. Doe, right on time.]
[she wondered if it was safer to speak up or not to speak up this time.]
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Wow Myriam get on with the times John Doe is just the world shittiest pseudonym.... Welp, he was looking at a girl whose corpse he'd closely examined just days ago. If that's not awkward, he doesn't know what is.]
Miss... Scuttlebutt, correct?
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...Sss. Yeah, we met. I was the girl in the box...
[well, here he was. A part of her couldn't help screaming that she was knowingly looking at a professional assassin, and if he knew she knew... young or not, she probably wouldn't have much hope to survive for long]
...kahk-kahk. Sorry, I'm not used to people seeing my face...
...We're probably going to be in here at least one more night...
The 'good' news, if you can call it that, is two out of three of the 'bad badgers' are gone.
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... I would very much like to leave this place, if at all possible. I still have unfinished business to take care of. [So here's hoping he's neither dead nor hospitalised, although he's not optimistic.]
Two teams... I presume Team Phantom was, indeed, allied with the Bad Badger, then.
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Yeah... sss, sss. Whoever switched the vote that time screwed up.
But-- it doesn't really matter. I've got a... suspicion, that being in that mansion was all a hallucination.
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It would have to be a mass hallucination, no?
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Exactly! But it's not our hallucination...
It's the badger-thing's!
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Listen, this is what I've been able to piece-together...
The badger-thing, it was once a human. The mansion we were just at... the badger-thing burned it down while he was still alive. People died. --He was then caught and institutionalized. That's why we're in hospital smocks and locked in a room that looks like a padded cell.
The 'mansion' we were at doesn't really exist anymore, it's what the badger remembers of the house he burned down. We were just made to think it exists. Whatever this badger-thing is, it has some power to... mentally influence us.
Kahk-kahk... I know it sounds crazy, but it's the only explanation that makes sense, so far.
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You believe this badger is some sort of... vengeful spirit, then?
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At first I thought so. It makes sense, doesn't it? We've got at least one vengeful spirit and one spirit medium playing the game with us. Why shouldn't a ghost be running it?
That's still possible... but it could be that the badger is really locked in one of these rooms somewhere. He keeps talking about getting "injections" from the "pink badger" that's the only thing that lets him "sleep". Is that more hallucination of him being alive, or is he some kind of burn victim with psychic-powers that's getting drugged by a nurse?
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I... I may be willing to accept that our predicament has something supernatural to it, but...
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[Scuttlebutt is nothing if she's not used to dealing out large quantities of
rumorsinformation]...I think I can prove it. Sss, sss.
You still got that newspaper I gave you?
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[He retrieves it from... uh...
Don't ask me where he had the newspaper. Or where he has his knife. He totally still has both of those things.]
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[the court record, of course!]
Sss, sss, sss! Check the date!
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Oh yes thank you.The date... Oh. Huh. There it is. Maybe this would have saved him some wondering about Phoenix Wright and his daughter.] I see...
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What'd I tell you! This isn't our hallucination... it's his!
And we've got to escape it before we go down with it!
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To be frank, I'm not sure if I quite follow that, ah... leap of logic.
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...Logic jump? Which one...
...wait, I mean, no, this logic's perfect!
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Sss, sss, sss! It's simple deduction!
We're all here with different perceptions of what "time" it is, right? What better explains this? That time-travel's possible, or that our perception is just wrong?
Occam's Razor says the perception explanation is a lot more reasonable than time travel. Therefore, some of us just must be misremembering things. So if it's not year 2027, what year is it?
It has to be 2027, because that's what year I remember it. And if it was really ten years or more before now, then I'd be back in elementary school learning basic math and how to do my ABCs. Obviously things I already know! Kahk-kahk.
In other words, the only explanation that makes sense is you all are remembering yourselves as you were years ago! And what's causing that? ...the badger's hallucination!
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[she hid her face behind her hands a bit again, confidence faltering with his rejection.]
W-well, what's your explanation, then? We've been in here for days. This is the best intelligence available!
[That is to say: her own.]
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Really alive! Not, you know, fake alive. Or fake dead. Kahk.