☆ WELCOME TO HELL, YE POOR SOULS.

[raisingproject]

Magical Girl Raising Project

Graveyard

The last thing you remember is dying. Whether it's by murder or execution, that's was all it. But surprisingly enough, you wake up in the hotel room that you were assigned in, as if you had never died to begin with. However, once you walk right outside, you'll start noticing that while this is the Town A you remember, there are some slight differences that you notice.

The first thing is the fact that while you can see those who are still alive, they simply cannot see you. In fact, they pass through you, as if you were a ghost. And spoilers: you kind of are one, now. The second thing is that sometimes, if you look at a building for too long or too closely, you'll notice that it fizzles a bit, almost glitchy.

But that's completely fine, isn't it? There is, however, one more thing to keep in mind: there are voices of other people, mumuring. Of course, these other people, unlike you, don't have a complete shape; they're just a silhouette of themselves, looking like static.

However: it wouldn't be Town A without an announcement, would it? Of course not. Hence why upon rearriving, there will be a message, typed out:

Welcome to the afterlife, everyone. This is a greeting message to introduce you to how exactly this works. You have the ability to send one message to the living a week, so choose your words wisely. Of course, there are limitations to what you can say! You cannot reveal the mastermind's true identity, even if you know it. You cannot reveal a culprit or a victim, even if you know it.

Also, all messages will be sent to all players during the trials. If there is no trial, the message shall be sent on Saturday. You may investigate as you wish. If you have any questions to ask of me, please leave a message and I will get back to you as soon as possible.

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Comments

[theotherother]

[He tried using his words. It sounded like some mid2000s teenager's book of emo poetry.]

...that could work.

[raisingproject]

Usually, yeah. As far as I know anyway.

[She might know a little more about the world or well...some parts of the world than most, but she definitely doesn't consider herself the expert.]

And I thought with everybody out looking, I shouldn't sit around the hotel all day. It feels, I don't know, wrong, I guess. I can't do much to help, but I don't want to sit around doing nothing either.

[zackthekiller]

Uh...

Did the lady look like she had medusa hair or something, because I might have run into her yesterday.

[Then again, with all that static everyone looks the same to him.]

[raisingproject]

She did. For you guys. As for how come I changed shape? Well, that's what happens when you put too much impurity in one place.

[You know. The coffin.] Also that girl was the one who brought me back after collecting all the impurity. I don't know what she's planning, but she might be using me as a last resort.

[zackthekiller]

Girl?

What girl?

[The only people left alive are girls!]

[hawthorned]

...Are you talking about Snow?

[dereban]

As long as they're connected in some way, it'll work. Everyone just has to be connected via physical contact, as that's how the mana spreads from one person to another. It's not necessarily a one or two person thing.

[raisingproject]

The lady in charge.

[zackthekiller]

Zange?!

[hawthorned]

A last resort... for what?

[raisingproject]

Ending this game if it goes to hell, I assume.

[zackthekiller]

... I guess?

How the hell are you even human!?

[raisingproject]

No, June has her hair tied back with a scrunchy. She is very...whimsical.

[That's one way to put it.]

[raisingproject]

[A shrug.]

This is just the form I take when a mass of impurity is collected into one form. I might be given some more pretty soon.

[zackthekiller]

Huh?!?

[Wait where did June come from?]

I wasn't talking about June! I was talking about that other girl you mentioned! She said something about some boyfriend she was missing or something.

[hawthorned]

....What exactly are you, if you don't mind the question? We were told that impurity forms from negative emotions and little else.

[raisingproject]

I was told my name. [She looks to Hinata, who nods. Turning back to One she steps towards her heading for the door.]

...I see. That sounds familiar. But I don't know why. [So much of her memories have been lost. She shakes her head.]

[raisingproject]

[Her form reverts. After a moment she nods and descends the staircase.]

I know where we can see one. The traitor room. Whatever it is, should be there.

[raisingproject]

Good. You should be.

[Well, she's certainly making friends today.]

[raisingproject]

That's pretty much it. The impurity is the manifestation of those emotions. But I took it all in and sealed it. Well, that's why I'm the impurity now.

[zackthekiller]

Whelp... Here we go again...

[This is gonna be really weird now that Zack is dead.]

[zackthekiller]

...

[What else is he supposed to talk about? He isn't gonna leave until he figures out if he can talk to the living or not.]

[So here he is. Attempting to social link.]

... I take it, you're a bit of a loner?

[perfectbeing]

Are you both quite done?

[Okay as salty as Szayel is about the entire situation the dead are in (way to word it as theatrically dramatic as possible Rose, and that's not sarcasm), for once he's not here for derailing to this degree. So when he responds there, it's not said in a very pleasant tone.]

Enough of this bickering. Let us continue.

[...squeezing all the information they need out of Rose, and then they can go and discuss the various ways they would like to torture those who have earned their ire. It'll be fine, Dahlia.]

If I recall correctly, very first game had an entirely different reasoning behind it as well, did it not? Cranberry brought the participants together simply to fight and kill them. When she was killed, several other iterations of the game came into existence as well as a new iteration of Fav himself. This is where I assume the game was restructured to what we know it as now.

[raisingproject]

Now, yes.

[Which probably isn't too much of a surprise.]

I wasn't always though.

[telecosmetic]

So we can do a conga line then?