THE LOST DAYS... Round 1.

[mind_blown]

It's all darkness.

The feeling of nothingness, of being nothing. Of not existing. You have no thoughts, you will never have any thoughts again. While that fact is not comforting, because you cannot be comforted anymore, it is true.

There's a certain rest to being... nothing. And to both knowing and not knowing, that your time is done.

So it's all the more unfortunate when you feel, because you shouldn't feel. And the feeling is burning in your lungs, which you shouldn't have. Because you are- or were- nothing.

And then, you inhale a desperate gasp of air and open your eyes...

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[idolpro]

Luckily for him, he has the strength and the coffin creaks and separates from the inside. And then comes the dirt, quickly filling in the spaces between.

But surely, he can handle 6 feet of dirt?

[iamverybadass]

[ Dirt is much more forgiving than wood, so it's time to find out! Clawing his way through this is infinitely preferable to staying where he is anyway ]

[idolpro]

As you claw your way out, it becomes impossible to not feel the burn start on your lungs. Six feet is just so much. And dirt is deceptively malleable, forcing its way into your nose, your ears, your mouth. And this smells of death.

Which is appropriate, because you find yourself in a dully lit graveyard. In the distance, you can see what must be the glow of a city, obscured by soft rolling hills. And there are paths through the graves for grieving families. But none of those families are here. You are alone.

And you are confused, and desperate, and not even entirely sure what just happened, as a dull dumbness takes over your mind from untreated wounds and brain damage and--

Then the feeling vanishes. You hadn't realized it wasn't your own feelings until that moment.

There is a gravestone behind you. And you can see a path leading out of the cemetery.

[iamverybadass]

[ He shudders, staying crouched near the grave for a long moment. Between the terror of finding himself trapped and the unsettling shadows of foreign memories, his stomach is doing flips and twists around itself.

He stands slowly, sparing a uneasy glance at the headstone before he turns to leave the cemetery. ]

[idolpro]

Here Lies Jason Peter Todd