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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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SHE KEEPS GETTING GRENADES PASSED UP TO HER AND SHE'S CARRYING MORE OF THEM AND PUTTING THEM IN HER HOODIE POCKETS AND??? SOMEONE STOP THEM???????]
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Here, grab some of the other weapons too! Some of the ghosts have gotta be able to use them!
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[usually she draws the line at explosions BUT YOU KNOW WHAT, SHE'S DEAD, WE'RE ALL DEAD, FUCK IT!!!]
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Yeah! Let's get them all! [Then she pauses.] I mean, I guess we could leave a few for the living, but most of them don't seem like the type who'd be able to do anything with it.
[they're all weenies and all the cool kids are in the graveyard is basically what she is saying here]
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What if we just give 'em to people who don't suck so we don't have to worry about leaving any behind? [go back to bed for the night, there's a gun in the middle of your floor. solid plan.
Clover just kind of beams at Lithuania.] We'll figure it out! [UH???]
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And you just take the pin out and chuck it, yeah? Easy enough!
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Don't worry, Poland doesn't suck, we'll make sure she's armed! And we probably aren't just gonna blow up just whatever. ["probably" also that's a lie]
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