☆ 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]

I wish I could tell you, but it's all jumbled. I can remember some things plain as day, and others like where I was or some other stuff, and it's just...

[There's a word she's looking for here, let's see...]

It's like static. Sort of. Like the radio in my room, but inside my head. Hopefully, that doesn't happen to you guys.

[selfloving]

Just trying to place you. [She only drew the most logical conclusion.] I'd say you might be better off forgetting, but I doubt that's the case. It only seems that way for a while.

[One stands, moving to dust herself off even though the gesture is completely unnecessary now.] Tell me if they say anything that stands out to you.

[raisingproject]

I might be. There's stuff I remember that I really don't want to remember.

[Thanks ghost brain.]

Nothing's standing out yet, but if I hear anything, or if I remember anything, I'll let you know. It's been a while since I've had someone to talk to. I know that much for sure.

[selfloving]

Even the others? [She says this more to herself than the other ghost, turning over the strangeness of it slowly in her words. Even if she was about to leave, One pauses.]

We don't have to get too friendly. But I'll listen if you need it.

[raisingproject]

Thanks and well, yeah. I talk to them but not...often. [Until now he's kept himself apart due to reasons he can't. Won't. Talk about.

They all know it but...]

Everything is different now. Anyway, thank you.

[selfloving]

It feels different. [Which is a strange thing to say and difficult to qualify. She doesn't exactly have a history of being long-dead to draw on. Her face contorts a little in consternation.]

...You don't have to thank me. I'm just doing what I'd normally do. It's the right thing.