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Hello!

You died. That sucks. What sucks even more is that you wake up on the floor of the local Foot Locker. The portraits of feet all around on the wall greet you warmly as you open your eyes. Whatever injuries you had that led to your untimely demise are now gone, though that doesn't stop you from earning more. Your item from home is here as well.

Here's the good news: you aren't actually dead! Or rather, you're sort of dead. Only mostly dead? It doesn't really matter.

The point is, you're now in the mall. What mall? Good question. But there's a whole lot of places in here to explore. Go ahead and hang out at all nine stores, check out the state of the art mall bathrooms (there's TWO, even), and be especially sure to get a pretzel. You can even catch a glimpse of what your friends are getting up to in the city; just tune into channel 12 on any of the multiple TVs in the mall.

Sometimes you might find a celebrity hanging around in the Suncoast. Keep an eye out for some familiar faces.

Finally, remember your powers? They're working again! Not that they will help you get out of here, but still.

Welcome to the Graveyard! Unfortunately, it seems that not even death can save you from the wretched grasp of capitalism.

Some notes:

→ If you die in the graveyard, you just pop back up in the Foot Locker a few hours later, with one sick-ass scar of your choice.
→ As usual, check out the Status TL for exciting location updates.
→ Interested in a potential celebrity sighting? Why not head on over to the Suncoast? Though, beware of possible consequences.
→ If you have a Hit Clip, you may submit it here!

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[ when you wake up from a nyquil-induced nap and it's endgame ]

Where the fuck did all of ya come from?? Did I miss a bomb goin' off or somethin'???

[ IF ONLY HE KNEW ]

Yes, actually.

[ He has an extra party popper so.

Pop! ]

Dammit, I love blowin' shit up!

Don't worry! You're not the only one~

[ Like... really. There are too many people who like blowing things up here. ]

[ this does not surprise him. ]

When did you get here?

Some time ago~

[ He genuinely doesn't know. Time? What time? He has no sense of time in this godforsaken place. ]

[ fuckin mood my guy ]

An' after ya fuckin' survived my bullshit? C'mon, man!

Sorry! We all have to die to get here eventually! We gotta leave this place behind, pronto~

. . .

The hell was with the trumpet, by the way?

Don't ask me! Ask them!

Uh, "them"?

Yeah! Whoever gave me the trumpet.

Man, ya really got the short end of the stick...

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refractures - 2024-10-13 01:37 (UTC) - Expand

Five or six explosions ago, four of them his own.

Oh.

I respect it.

[ Oh, more explosions. like this is the FUCKING WEATHER and he's mildly tired by it. ]

It's been a long day. But the long story short is that we're three away from successfully getting everything settled so we can leave.

Huh.

So what the hell was the point of all of this murder mystery bullshit in the first place?!

The end goal was to make sure all of us wound up here, so death was necessary. I would wager that was the point.

But perhaps Britney can answer that.