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]

...Nothing. Of course not.

[Setting the head down on the bed and then plopping down to watch.]

[cardboard_journalism]

Kahk-kahk... Oh well...

[starts shuffling the pieces they made into neat piles]

[murimurimuri]

[still watching! if only he had some popcorn.]

Heh. Looks like we'll be seeing eyebags and toasterface soon.

[cardboard_journalism]

Oh... um... you think they're... bad badgers, or whatever?

[murimurimuri]

I know they're bad badgers, but that's just coincidence. More importantly, they're up against the Feys and Blackquill's sister.

[cardboard_journalism]

You do...? How...?

[murimurimuri]

What do you think?

[cardboard_journalism]

[Think Scuttlebutt! This should be obvious!]

They told you, just to cackle and taunt you about it? [That had to be it. Killers always told someone about their crime before they killed them!]

[murimurimuri]

You're so clueless. Do you think they want to be bad badgers?

[cardboard_journalism]

Um... no, I guess not. Kaahk-kahk. [Scratch that answer!]

[Choice #2...]

You... used some sort of psychic power to find out? Read their minds? Their horoscope? Sss, sss.

[murimurimuri]

If I had powers like that, would I be here right now? Rub a couple brain cells together already.

[cardboard_journalism]

N-no, I guess not... [It wasn't like chess pieces had psychic powers.]

[But then, that left...]

You... were a 'bad badger'. With them.

[murimurimuri]

It was them, us, and that Dahlia girl everyone loves to hate.

[cardboard_journalism]

Kaaaaahk...

--So it was you! That means you killed me! [As much as... this meant to be 'dead'.]

[murimurimuri]

Hmm...

So I did! I guess that makes us even.

[cardboard_journalism]

...kahk-kahk.

[Whatever, she'd take it.]

But y'know... I'm beginning to think we're not actually dead.

[murimurimuri]

There's more to it than even that. Shields is from my past, Simon Blackquill from my future. Hawthorne is supposed to be dead.

[cardboard_journalism]

Kahk-kahk. The Huggy Uncle guy? That explains a bit...

W-well we've never met, right?! Or... what about Mr. Wright?

[murimurimuri]

Not directly, but there aren't any two people here that have more than one degree of separation.

[cardboard_journalism]

So... it's one giant plan to make Mr. Wright cry?

[murimurimuri]

Him or Miles Edgeworth.

[cardboard_journalism]

Kahk-kahk... who's that? Doesn't sound like someone who was there...

[murimurimuri]

One of the hostages. The name seemed familiar to more than a few of us.

[cardboard_journalism]

Sss, sss, sss.

Not a bad theory. Seems to match the evidence...

But-- I've got my own theory. Wanna hear it?

[murimurimuri]

Sure. Knock yourself out.