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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

[herowalksalone]

[By now, Hope is tired and just shakes his head from his place on the ground.] By the way things were going... I thought you had made me your enemy. I only wanted to help that Spectre and give you an answer. [Mostly the former, but he was hoping the latter would end the fight.]

[And now he wants to burst into bitter laughter, but instead a thin smile makes a crack along his dirtied face.] I am disappointing. I'm weak. But... If all I can do is save someone weaker than me, then I've done my duty. [He may look small while crumpled on the ground, but Hope's eyes are still bright with determination.]

[pioailurophobia]

...

You're pissing me off.

[And then, rather than kick him while he's down, Kingslayer offers a hand up to Hope.]

Get the Hell up.

[herowalksalone]

[It seems that Hope's display of humility has calmed the beast. He doesn't revel in it, though: it's the truth -- he is weak -- but it's also a dangerous thing to admit.

That's why, when Kingslayer offers their hand, he's relieved. He does hesitate for a very short moment, but firmly takes it and raises himself off the ground with their help. See, they're not enemies.]

Thank you. [After taking a moment to look himself over, he asks, slightly unsure of how to phrase it exactly:] Are you... feeling better?

[pioailurophobia]

Yeah, a bit. Thanks for the scrap.

[...the thanks is... entirely genuine?]

I have to ask since you apparently know so much about this place: where in the blazes are we?