☆ WELCOME TO HELL, YE POOR SOULS.

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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]

For the love of...

[He'll just jump and flip forward when he sees that punch coming. Hard not to with her fist staying clenched like that. And being a Spider-Man character, of course he sticks the landing.]

Look, you're pissed, I get that. I don't blame you, and if you want to hit me that's fine, but two things. One, don't fucking blame me for Nanami. It's not my fault Tamamo was a crazy bitch, and Zack's an unstable nutcase.

[He's so nice. But you know, having been an unstable nutcase for a while, he feels like he can pass judgment there. He's not going to say a word about Eruna though. Talking to Josh about that one already did more damage than anything said here about it could.]

Second of all, you want to hit me, that's fine. I know I sure as hell deserve at least that, but there's more important shit to deal with. Everyone on this side's trying to help who's left right? Let's focus on that, and afterwards, do whatever the hell you want.

[telecosmetic]

[Man, that was the worst way he could have phrased that. Eliza's going to turn around and keep swinging at that, after her fist probably hits the tree first.] Don't talk about my friends that way! Besides, Tamamo and Joshua already let me hit them! So why can't you just let me do the same?

[theotherother]

[This is just sad.]

I said you could.

[Might've missed that part while you were punching trees, Eliza.]

And I'm not them. That's why.

[telecosmetic]

[And also because you were insulting her friends. Blind spot the size of the moon, this girl has.] I meant now! Just let me hit you and get it over with!

[theotherother]

It's already fucking over with. We're ghosts.

[Doesn't get much over than being dead. Well, so long as you stay dead.]

[telecosmetic]

Then why do you care so much when I punch you? [She's going to take another step forwards and swing again, although her swings are slowing. She'd aim for his face if he wasn't so tall.]

[theotherother]

You know what? Fine, if it'll shut you up, go ahead.

[Wow Kaine, be nicer to your murder victim.]

[telecosmetic]

[She stares some more, then takes a few deep breaths to recenter herself, before bunching up her fist and punching him in the stomach. She puts as much force behind it as she can, but even transformed she's probably not going to be able to do that much damage.]

There! [And she'll detransform after that.]

[theotherother]

[Ow.

He's used to taking hits from superpowered people, still hurts though.]

Happy?

[telecosmetic]

[She glares at him some more, but finally sighs.]

...yeah. [She leans back against the nearest tree.] So there's spots along the border we should be looking for. That's where the keys go for the ritual.

[theotherother]

So do they look like keyholes or something else?

[telecosmetic]

I think we'll just get a feeling when we're near one of them. We need to mark them somehow as well.

[theotherother]

Great. All right, I'll take a look, see what I can find.