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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]

...definitely. Something's up with this place and I don't like it.

[Something about being here feels viscerally wrong to Kingslayer. No, more than that—something very, very important is missing, and they don't even know what it is.]

I'm half tempted to just start tearing things apart and see what kind of attention that attracts, but I'll admit I'm not very good with planning.

[crypddyd]

.... it's not exactly a bad plan though, as long as the people living here aren't harmed I'm not against it.

[pioailurophobia]

Yeah! Now your speaking my language!

[The bulky knight almost seems childish in their excitement to go out and wreck shit. It's almost cute.]

So where should we go first? Got any suggestions?

[crypddyd]

Hm... perhaps the station? There were plenty of seats and such to knock around without damaging anything long term?

[pioailurophobia]

Good idea.

...where's the station? I'm still pretty new here. [They laugh, rubbing the back of their helmet. The metal on metal makes an excruciatingly loud noise.]

[crypddyd]

Hmm... I think that way? I wandered past it earlier.

[He's not even sure exactly what a 'station' is, just that that's what the sign said]

[pioailurophobia]

[Kingslayer begins meandering in the direction Lion pointed.]

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

[crypddyd]

Nothing even close. Or the names of anyone else for that matter. I know, logically I should have parents. Perhaps siblings, or even a lover. But there's... nothing.

[pioailurophobia]

...same for me.

The only thing I remember is this one word—two words—whenever I try to think of my name:

Kingslayer.

[crypddyd]

Kingslayer...

It certainly makes an impression, doesn't it?

[It also makes him shiver- and not in a pleasant way. but he pushes that aside- he doesn't think he's the type to judge based off something so small and unexplained]

[pioailurophobia]

Yeah, a badass one. It takes a lot to kill a king!

At least I know I was pretty freaking cool when I was alive.