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]

As you claw your way out, it becomes impossible to not feel the omnipresence of the dirt. 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.

[vitainmorte]

[ ok. give her a second on her hands and knees here, wheezing and coughing. jesus.

gets up, shaking dirt off of herself and looking back at the gravestone to read it. ]

[idolpro]

Here Lies Jason Peter Todd

[vitainmorte]

[ what the fuck.

stares at it for a long moment before heading down one of the paths, to attempt to find some sort of exit or information. ]

[idolpro]

The only exit is to Gotham, where a party is happening.