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[cancrymods]

It comes to you suddenly, at the end of an unravelling thread of thought. A sudden, piercing sense of wrongness stops you in your tracks and sends you tumbling through rapidfire questions that you realize you have no answer for. How long have you been here? How long have you been doing the same things, over and over, blindly going through the motions of a routine? Just who are you, anyway?

Questions beget more questions and answers prove illusive until you arrive at the only things you know for certain: the first is that this place is Purgatory.

The second is that you're here because you're dead.

Oddly, this doesn't feel like a surprise of any sort. You don't remember how or why it happened, but it did and that's that. It feels rather as though you've been slapped awake and everything around you has come into sharp focus. You're in Limbo, where you've been wandering since you arrived here in Purgatory alongside all the other mindless souls who are acting out what little they remember of their original lives.

Still lingering is that horrible sense of something being terribly wrong. It hasn't dissipated with your realization of the truth – if anything, it's intensified. There's no way to tell what it is, but there's something going on here.

Maybe you should investigate – or at least see if there's anyone else here who's had the same realization as you...

[ OOC: Welcome to the very first log of Can Cry! For the first few hours, Executors will be free to explore and mingle among themselves. Mod replies will come in a few hours. If you're planning to investigate, please indicate that you're doing so in the subject line as your comment. ]

Comments

[pioailurophobia]

[The knight crosses their arms, and Wolfsbane can practically see their brows furrowing from behind their helmet.]

You've got a point.

There aren't many options here but to work together, are there?

[emberserker]

It's better than nothing, not that that counts for much. There must be more people in here who have some manner of awareness.

[pioailurophobia]

Yeah. Honestly, I have to wonder what kind of twisted bastard puts us in here to rot after we die only to make us forget everything afterwards? I at least want to know how I died so I can properly haunt whoever killed me.

[emberserker]

As much as I'd love to agree, how are we going to haunt when we're already in the afterlife?

[pioailurophobia]

I'll find a way to bust out of here no problem. Whoever decided to set this whole thing up is gonna regret pulling my soul from Hell when I beat their ass and walk out of here home free.

...

If I could remember home, that is.

[emberserker]

Isn't Purgatory supposed to be where you can't go to Heaven or Hell? Or get reincarnated, depending on what one believes. Though I'll admit it's perturbing, I don't even know what I'm supposed to believe.

[pioailurophobia]

...what the Hell is Purgatory?

[Guess who's from 700 years before Purgatory emerged as a concept?]

[emberserker]

I just told you! It's where we are. It's the only thing I know for sure in this dump, that and we're dead.

[pioailurophobia]

No, I know that. But I thought there were only two regular afterlives, not whatever this is.

...at least I think I was taught that. Maybe?

Gah, this is so confusing!

[Kingslayer clutches at their helmet in frustration]

[emberserker]

[sigh] The last thing we need to do right now is get into the minutiae of religious differences. Whether or not we believe in this, we're in it, and something doesn't feel right.

[pioailurophobia]

I can agree with you about that, at least. This doesn't feel... right. I'm definitely dead, but I'm not supposed to be here. It doesn't make sense.

[emberserker]

Well, we can't be the first to wake up. Someone's got to have more of an idea.

[pioailurophobia]

You go ahead and lead the way. Certainly seemed like you knew where you were going when you bumped into me.

[There's more than a bit of wry humor in Kingslayer's voice.]

I don't suppose you're lucky enough to remember your name?

[emberserker]

Unfortunately not. And I did not bump into you, I found you shaking down random pedestrians.

[pioailurophobia]

Same difference.

And it's not like they'll remember it, if we're any indication.

[Without any input from Anna, Kingslayer picks a random direction and starts walking.]

Then what pops into your head when you try to think of your name? Color me curious.

[emberserker]

[She frowns, thinking on it hard and briskly walking after her armoured companion.]

...Wolfsbane. It's no name, but it clearly means something.

[pioailurophobia]

I'm Kingslayer.

[They jab a thumb towards their breastplate, preening.]

Pretty badass title, huh?

[is that really something to be proud of though,]

[emberserker]

Well, it sounds impressive, at any rate. I've got to wonder where we ended up with these and not our names. Wouldn't one's name be something deep-seated?

[pioailurophobia]

I'm... not supposed to forget mine. Really, really not supposed to. Not knowing it is bad, I...

Augh! And that's all I know! Damnit, why can't anything about this bullshit be straightforward!

[emberserker]

That doesn't even help! Of course not knowing your name is bad. At least you've got something to call yourself in the meantime.

[pioailurophobia]

No, I know, it's just-

Gah, forget it.

...

That was some really bad word choice, wasn't it.

[emberserker]

Whatever you meant by it, do you suppose it's relevant here?

[pioailurophobia]

Probably not.

But it's still driving me absolutely batty.

What about you? You got any screaming instincts telling you that something is wrong here beyond the obvious, or am I just even crazier than you?

[emberserker]

Excuse me? There's nothing wrong with me. If you're right about anything, it's that something is wrong with this place. That must be why it's so crowded.

[pioailurophobia]

Doesn't not remembering anything make us all a little crazy by default?