☆ 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

[raisingproject]

[The tall ghost pointed to doesn't look like the other older ghosts anymore. He's as visible as anyone newly dead. His expression is blank.]

I don't want to talk about it. I couldn't do anything...to stop either of them from killing her. All I could do was be there!

[He scrubs at his face with one hand, his shoulders sagging.] ...You can be touched all you want. We're not your conscience.

[telecosmetic]

...I understand. [Eliza's voice is quiet.] Maybe you shouldn't watch this, then? [She's trying to be empathetic.]

[raisingproject]

...You're asking me that after what you just said? She's in this room you know!
[He shakes his head.]

Six people are dead. And if no one finds a way to stop the killings, more will be.

[telecosmetic]

I already said I'm not happy she's dead!

So what are we supposed to do? Block everyone in their rooms each night? There aren't enough of us for that!

[raisingproject]

You can think of actual ways to help this end. We're all tired here. Of the killings, of death. Of people hurting each other over reasons that won't matter when we're dead.

If you want answers, stop putting a mask on and look at everything without any bias. I'm done talking about this. Discuss it with someone else. [He nods to the ghost she had previously been talking to and walks away into the crowd.]