GRAVEYARD.

[dropoffs]

GR͏∀VE̴Y͞A̵ЯD     13 DECOMMISSIONED

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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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CHANGES GRAVEYARD LOCATIONS LIVING SIDE STATUSES PROFILES AUDIENCES REPORTING PRIVATE CONVOS COMMS DOSSIER

Comments

[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]

[artificialsweetener]

[FUCKING HELP well this rat is very hungry and also stupid, so it dives after the crackers that Scien discarded and crashes into Turbo King Rat! HowEVER because that rat was kidnapping the rat kidnapping Dahut, he's just fucking absorbed into this enormous rat stack of three beefy rats that goes careening down onto the nasty meat slicked floor.

MUFFLED YELLING AND FRANTIC WAVING OF HIS ONE HAND THAT'S POKING OUT OF THIS RAT PILE.]

[egodist]

[scien finishes eating his crackers

and walks over, but maintains his distance. he watches that one sad hand for a long moment, and then decides to take a picture to commemorate this moment of dahut buried under a pile of huge fucking rats]

You seem to be experiencing a hardship, Dahut.

[SAVE HIM YOU ASSHOLE]

[artificialsweetener]

[AAAAAAAAA HE'S GOING TO KILL SCIEN WHEN HE GETS OUT OF HERE. HE'S DESPERATELY TRYING TO WIGGLE HIS WAY TO FREEDOM BUT HE IS JUST A LIL GUY AND THESE ARE THREE BEEFY RAT CREATURES his sad lil flailing hand makes a grabbing motion GET OVER HERE BINCH.]

[egodist]

[scien will go find one of those pipes/metal poles? that the mods said that we have? and just use that to reach out to dahut

and then yank him out like he's going shitty fishing]

[artificialsweetener]

[HELPPPPPP. He will hold onto this pole and pop out of the rat stack like the world's worst fish (except that award might actually go to Sidôn the white French fish), gasping and covered in meat goo and probably also tufts of fur.]

Why—!?

[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]

[rav3n]

[


Anyway Luke goes flying--

--but I rolled a 19 so he lands smoothly. TCH.]

Thanks. I--

[What was he going to say? It's a mystery because now RatNapper and HungryRat have noticed each other and they are about to start beefing like the frogs in that one video]

[egodist]

[help

scien just watches this development and nods in understanding]

Place your bets.

[RATNAPPER VS HUNGRYRAT SHOWDOWN OF THE HELLY BELLY]

[rav3n]

This makes no biological sense.

[HE JUST NEEDS TO SAY THIS OUT LOUD, IN CASE ANYONE WAS WONDERING.

...

...

...Okay with that settled--]

The one that wanted your food.

[egodist]

The serial kidnapper it is.

[pixi are we rolling to determine which rat wins it all]

[rav3n]

[YEAH YEAH

CAN THE RATNAPPER GET HIGHER THAN A 13]

[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?

[artificialsweetener]

Uwah, you look terrible.

[JUST SAYS IT. WHAT HAPPENED OUT HERE this is so nasty... He'll walk over and try to wipe some of the soot and slimy blood away, but he's so gross himself that he's probably not doing any good here.

Anyway glancing over to where Luke and Scien are betting on a rat cagematch.]

...They're fine!

[dropoffs]

Aw... I was hoping I didn't look too bad. [ One of his bullets on the way to the target and exploded into multiple pieces which worked for him... Except for the smoke and getting cuts. Unfortunately, they both still look awful. ] That's good. We just have a couple of slimes left and that should be it? [ ... ] Then we have to clean this up. [ The goop monsters, though few in number, are boogying toward them. It's time to stab, Dahut. ]

[artificialsweetener]

It's okay! We can get nice and cleaned up after we're done here.

[Don't worry, you won't look a hot mess forever! He's also glancing at the slimes boogying their way, frowning a little. HE'S NOT A FIGHTER MAN HE HATES IT HERE.]

Mmmm, could I leave the "defeating the creepy goo monsters" to you and follow up after you with a mop?

[dropoffs]

That's noooooooooooooo problem! [ Poor little Dahut not meant for fighting, but at least the other dead are capable men? Vash will holster his gun and instead use the weapons, though he grimaces at the squishy gross sounds that come from hitting the monsters. They splurt MONSTER SLICK at everything including dahut. ]