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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

[schardynfreude]

Ah...? That sounds like quite the undertaking. You mean it goes even further down than that? Whatever for?

[phantasmagorial]

Because there's something wrong here. You can all feel it too, can't you? Even if you don't really understand what it is.

But it's because the Cogs of Renewal have stopped working.

[crosscutting]

So everything is...stalled?

[mementomoritz]

Renewal... [Something clicks in her mind.] Like reincarnation? You said Spectres that don't move on become monsters, can they not move on anymore?

[phantasmagorial]

That's right.

[daughterofthemark]

Do you suppose that could be related to what happened to us as well? Because the machine is not functioning properly?

[phantasmagorial]

Maybe...? I've never seen this happen before, so I have no idea what might have caused it, or how. But it's as good a guess as any.

[daughterofthemark]

...I don't know if I can do anything to help repair it, but I will do whatever possible.

[phantasmagorial]

That's right. Usually, as soon as we arrived here, we all should've been making our way down through the different layers of Purgatory, letting go of our sins from our past lives... then, once we reaches the Cogs of Renewal, we'd be reborn into our new lives.

... but as you can see, that hasn't happened.

[crosscutting]

[Letting go of sins...why does that idea make her stomach twist so badly?]

Do you know how to fix it, once we get down there?

[phantasmagorial]

... If I'm honest? I have no idea. I don't even know why it's stopped working in the first place.

But I have to try something. Things have already started to get so out of control and I don't want to see how bad they might get if no one heads down there to try and fix things.

[crosscutting]

[Pariah smiles then, eager and full of faith.]

Once you get there, I'm sure you'll figure out something!