GRAVEYARD.

[dropoffs]

GR͏∀VE̴Y͞A̵ЯD     13 DECOMMISSIONED

t̀h̡e u͝nḑerbe̸l͞l̵y ̸o͜f th̴è ̡şh̷i͠p.

 

Crushing pressure is the initial sensation you can recall upon awakening. The stench of fetid, hot steam fills your nose, motes of dust and dirt floating upwards to cling to your skin. Down you are pulled to the cold ground, and all at once you realize you have forgotten to breathe. As you gasp back to life, you are flung onto a pile of scraps and trash, as the enormous machine that spat you out grumbles a little, and then goes silent. You are whole somehow, alive... but at what cost?

Popping out of the grinder, you look yourself over and find that any injuries you may have incurred during your death will be healed. While the scars that remain from the process will serve as a stark reminder, you will be able to get up on your own two feet without issue.

Thin, tapering metal (?) claws unhook from overhead and lower themselves, proceeding to guide you around. Your clothing starts sticking uncomfortably to your skin in the humidity of this strange, new place. Overhead you can hear the tinny humming of flickering lights overhead, arranged in a singular, thin strip and snaking around the serpentine halls. Along exposed pipes, wires, and the walls, a rust-colored substance creeps in web-like patterns, climbing towards the ceiling lights.

The deep grinding and groaning of the ship begin to meld into one low, deep moan from all around. It dips and rises in pitch, and becomes sickening to listen to if you focus on it for too long. Maybe, it's the ship's way of saying Welcome, to the underbelly of the CSS Eudora, home of the decommissioned.

Some things to keep in mind, while amongst the dead:

💀 Mini-events will be posted on WEDNESDAY at 3 PM EST / 12 PM PST and 6 PM EST / 3 PM PST, and are due at the same time they are for the living. Any changes to the schedule will be announced in the graveyard channels.

💀 Weekly effects will still hit you here, in the belly of the ship. Mods will make sure to announce any special changes based on being the graveyard; otherwise, please assume everything is 1:1!

💀 While not perfect, there is a healing factor in place. It is extremely sluggish, uncomfortable, and does not negate the fact that you're injured and likely in pain. If the injury is too severe, you might wind up dying from it if left untreated. Again. If you have a pre-existing condition like an illness that has been exacerbated by factors beyond your control, you will find that for the time being these symptoms are at their most minor.

💀 That said, while double death is possible, you'll find yourself reviving after 4 hours fully healed, but feeling like complete garbage for the rest of the day. Message your mods if you find yourself getting killed while dead, though! There might be a special surprise involved.

💀 Your possessions, minus clothing besides what you're wearing now, can be found in the bunk pods and their storage. Yes, while it might not include clothes, it does include any Omegamart Promotional Items, Scrap purchases, home items, etc that you were in possession of. if you had a lot of things, the cubby might jam or have difficulty closing. Better organize. If you arrive on Saturday during trial, belongings will return at the end of trial.

💀 Communications, while you cannot text via I.R.I.S., you can still send messages through HER-MES. All other functions for I.R.I.S. are available along with direct data transfers. Dead can send private letters to the living! An inbox can be accessed from the family computer at the canteen. If you find it locked, it is because we are updating it.

💀 Living livestream is broadcasted on the TV screen in the canteen!
✔️ Upgraded Quality ✔️ Audio ✔️ Translit Captions that sometimes fuck up ✔️ Dramatic panning ❌ Color

💀 Planet locations are free to use! Upon the Eudora landing planetside, you will find that as you meander through the various parts of the Belly you may run into one of locations of the current planet instead of where you were meaning to go. These locations are indeed still populated, but the people are more like wisps and will not react much to any conversation. Though you can interact with stuff there you cannot take anything with you out of the location "rooms".

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Comments

[artificialsweetener]

[He's fucking useless so he'll just stand off to the side with his little cleaning rag, waving it like a pompom.]

You can do it, Monsieur Luke! Monsieur Vash! I believe in y—WAUGH—?!

[As he's grabbed and carried away by a ratlike being.]

[rav3n]

Dahut--!

[WHY IS HE BEING RATNAPPED!!!!]

[artificialsweetener]

Help, help, help—!!

[AAAAAAAAH HE ALSO WANTS TO KNOW WHY HE'S BEING RATNAPPED. WHACKING THIS RAT WITH HIS TOWEL LIKE SOMEONE TRYING TO SWAT A FLY.]

[rav3n]

[WELL HE'S RUNNING OFF AFTER DAHUT BUT I ROLLED AN 8 SO HE SLIPS ON...... MEAT........ I DON'T LIKE THIS]

[artificialsweetener]

[WATCHING LUKE JUST FUCKING BEEF IT IN MEAT SLICK AS A RAT CARRIES HIM AWAY.]

Monsieur Luke—!! Are you alright?!

[rav3n]

[WHY DID YOU WRITE MEAT SLICK]

Eugh... [HE MIGHT BE AN ARMY MAN BUT THIS IS STILL GROSS!!!] Try to get it to let you go!

[He will THROW HIS MOP LIKE A JAVELIN but the rat king dodges... tch]

[artificialsweetener]

[NOW VASH IS ALSO BEING KIDNAPPED.]

I'm trying—!! [Except his little weenie arms whacking isn't doing anything helpful... BLINDFOLDS THE RAT WITH THIS NASTY CLEANING CLOTH.]

[rav3n]

Jab it in the eyes!!

[THE ANSWER IS VIOLENCE]

[artificialsweetener]

[HE'S TRYING TO BUT HE ROLLED A FUCKING 1 SO SOMEHOW WHILE HE'S REACHING UP TO TRY POKING ITS EYES he misses because the rat also slips on some meat slick, sending them all careening into some still-locked lockers.

There's also a horde of slime flesh monsters coming, apparently.]

OW!!

[rav3n]

[They're never going to get this place cleaned up]

How did you miss--?! [HE WAS THREE FEET IN FRONT OF YOU well that's a bold thing to say for someone who rolled an 8 and thus goes crashing into the rat]

[artificialsweetener]

WAH!!!

[JOSTLED AS HIS RAT IS SLAMMED INTO. AND THEN PICKED UP BY ANOTHER BIGGER RAT?!?!?!? Luke probably also has to deal with meat slime spray now too HELP.]

[dropoffs]

[ Vash grabs onto the tail which means I guess he is abandoning Luke upthread to be dragged away by the rat with Dahut. Well, Luke is chasing, anyway, so it's okay. Where are they being led... Vash will bonk this fleshy gross rat monster with his gun. ]

[artificialsweetener]

[HELP THIS RAT JUST OUT HERE LIKE ????? there's a blond pathetic looking man on its tail.........

Now the rat is being gun bonked, barely missing a mop javelin, and Dahut is also holding a nasty cloth over its eyes, so it's just careening toward a wall in a dazed and blinded stupor now.]

WAAAAAH WHERE ARE THE BRAKES!!

[dropoffs]

[ This rat has moves? What? There are three of them here and only one of this rat, but he's giving them a struggle. I mentioned a hoard of slime flesh monsters coming, so Dahut can see them gathering in the distance. ] Steer it, Dahut! [ Steer it where? There is slime. There is wall... I mean I guess there are some open doors? Lockers that are still locked??? ]

[artificialsweetener]

I don't know how to steer a rat!!

[He's also trying and failing to poke its eyes out and now the rat is slipping on meat slick too SENDING THEM CRASHING INTO THE LOCKERS... Its tail whips out, so maybe Vash goes flying into the slime horde, or maybe he is just bashed into a locker like a rattle.]

[dropoffs]

[ He is not letting go of this rat's tail, but how can he fight the power of a rat king's tail flick. He's sent flying into the lockers, but then gets swarmed by the slime. Of course he isn't going to let himself get eaten. He kicks them off, so if there's a slime coming your way... That's his fault. Do you know what's really funny that you can see happening in New York, I heard. An even LARGER rat takes the other rat into a room very fastly, with Dahut in tow. ] Hey! Stop!

[artificialsweetener]

[First, as poor sweet Vash is thrown into the lockers and SWARMED:] Monsieur Vash!! Don't get--

["EATEN" was what he was going to say but FORTUNATELY!! Vash seems to have it covered! Unfortunately everything else happens. THIS IS THE WORST THING HE'S EVER HAD TO SUFFER THROUGH IN HIS LIFE (he was just cut into 5 pieces) YEAH INCLUDING THAT. SLIMED AND NOW DOUBLE RATNAPPED.]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO—!!

[As he and his rat guardian are just snatched into the deeper bowels of the Helly Belly.]

[egodist]

[scien, sleepily getting up because everyone is so loud, a bunch of floor crackers in hand

and now watching his assistant get kidnapped by a bigass rat]






I'm going back to sleep.

[DON'T]

[artificialsweetener]

DON'T JUST GO BACK TO SLEEP MONSIEUR SCIEN DO SOMETHING—!!!!

[From whatever bowels he's been dragged into by Turbo King Rat... A fourth beefy rat creature appears but this one just seems focused on stealing Scien's floor crackers.]

[egodist]

[okay

well

what if he eats one more floor cracker, and then throws the rest of them to distract this fourth beefy rat to directly collide into the rat that stole dahut

surely that will fix it]

[rav3n]

Look out--!

[AKI DECIDED THAT LUKE GOT RATNAPPED AND THE RAT IS NOW RUNNING TOWARDS SCIEN SO

HI I GUESS]

[egodist]

[hey

scien rolled a fucking 19 to make up for that super embarrassing 1 so long ago (2 days prior) so long ago so i guess he's literally just going to kick this rat in the face with strength you wouldn't expect from a stupid fucking scientist]

[dropoffs]

[ Well, Scien and Luke can help Dahut and he got to see them... I guess go?? into the room Dahut got kidnapped? Vash can handle the horde of slimes outside! Even if that means the sound of an explosion can be heard throughout this new area. Don't worry about it, even if Vash is coughing like an idiot outside. It's fine. My coinflip says he gets a gunshot off. Just try to get rescued, mister shrek. ]

[artificialsweetener]

[FORTUNATELY SCIEN'S CRACKERS SAVE THE DAY...

After a little while he's moseying out from the rat pile covered in meat goo and tufts of fur.]

Are you alright out here—?!

[dropoffs]

Yeah! We're good! [ He says, covered in... Soot, slime chunks, and blood. The surrounding area is the same from the floors, the walls, and the ceiling. There's still a couple flesh mounds squishing their way over, but a small amount where they can handle it with the scrap weapons around. His gun's barrel gets a couple of smacks to see if he can get the bullets to dislodge, but it just puffs more black smoke around him. Once yellow... He is now... Weird combination of inside body color and black. A wheezy cough. ] Luke and Scien doing all right over there?