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sevenvirtues2016-04-19 07:55 pm
vicedirector) wrote in sevenvirtues2016-04-19 07:55 pm
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You awaken to blackness. Frightening, although familiar--this is the same terrible thing you narrowly avoided during your first trip into Lebensbaum. The pain of your death is still real, echoes of the wounds you suffered appearing on your skin. Inspecting your surroundings will tell you that you've woken up inside of the cooled, empty bonfire pit....and the town as it was is nowhere to be seen.
The sky is a whirlwind of blank, dark void. What previously acted as roadblocks on either side of the town seems to have moved upward, blocking out most of the sun's light. The street is barren, filled with piles of broken concrete, shattered glass, and smoking craters where many of the buildings used to be. Old bloodstains dot the pavement, mixing in with overturned cars and crumbling brick walls. Lebensbaum is a dead town, in more ways than one.
Except for the hotel. It stands, as dusty and abandoned as it ever was, but no worse for the wear. Scorch marks can be seen on the ground around it in a clear border, as though it had a barrier protecting it from whatever destroyed the village. If you venture inside, everything is in its place, as though the outside wasn't completely obliterated.
The living can be seen walking around, going about their daily lives, and if you concentrate, you can even see the buildings as they once were--in working order, clean, and in one piece.
As of Monday on Week 10, however, there is a door, seemingly pasted into the middle of the street. As the days tick by, the doors will increase in number, one for each victim.
The sky is a whirlwind of blank, dark void. What previously acted as roadblocks on either side of the town seems to have moved upward, blocking out most of the sun's light. The street is barren, filled with piles of broken concrete, shattered glass, and smoking craters where many of the buildings used to be. Old bloodstains dot the pavement, mixing in with overturned cars and crumbling brick walls. Lebensbaum is a dead town, in more ways than one.
Except for the hotel. It stands, as dusty and abandoned as it ever was, but no worse for the wear. Scorch marks can be seen on the ground around it in a clear border, as though it had a barrier protecting it from whatever destroyed the village. If you venture inside, everything is in its place, as though the outside wasn't completely obliterated.
The living can be seen walking around, going about their daily lives, and if you concentrate, you can even see the buildings as they once were--in working order, clean, and in one piece.
As of Monday on Week 10, however, there is a door, seemingly pasted into the middle of the street. As the days tick by, the doors will increase in number, one for each victim.
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He does nothing but mumble in his sleep a few times, and turn his head a bit.
Satisfied yet, Sans? ]
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[sans takes the pen out of his pocket]
[he writes "WEENIE" on belphegor's forehead.]
[draws a shitty curly mustache on his face]
[adds in some cat whiskers]
[and then draws a patchy beard]
[a star around one of his eyes]
[and, finally, sans steps back to look at his masterpiece]
nailed it.
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How does that feel. ]
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[unfortunately there isn't a heck of a lot of pranks sans can pull in the middle of a flower field with nothing but his hilarity to help him]
[...but there is the sea not too far from here]
[what if sans just... attempts to roll sloth out of his bed???]
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[he is not being careful at all and may or may not go over bumps and rocks so they hit sloth deliberately.]
[WE'RE GOING TO THE SEA, FUCKER]
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[... he's going to just sit down and watch belphegor float for a little. soak his feet. it's very tiring to throw the embodiment of a sin bodily into the sea.]
[also very satisfying.]
...huh. i'm gonna need a stick.
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[i mean. gently nudge him]
[no he pretty much just hits him back close enough to shore so he can drag him back onto land. he then hits him again. for good measure.]
[then he notices that his masterpiece was ruined by water so he redraws all of that on. even changes "weenie" to "weeniest".]
[now that the important stuff has been taken care of, it's time to... drag belphegor out back to the hallway!!!]
[NOW THERE'S MORE ROCKS]
[ugh this is so much effort someone better have an idea what to do with him]
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[he's gonna be waving his arms around to grab people's attention]
what the hell do i do with this.