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[Karnewarrior]

Death releases it's icy grip on you. You float towards the light, unmoving, but not unknowing. The light sifts through your memories, and you watch it toss them one by one into oblivion. You forget everything about your previous life, experiences destroyed in this timeless bleak expanse.

When you reach the world of the living, you are a empty, soft shell, powerful but easily broken. There is a hole in your chest, and you have trouble breathing, but dirt flows up from the ground beneath you, forming new lungs, a new heart, a new... everything.

But your rebirth is not yet done. The spirits of the dead (not yours but you know them all so intimately, how?) swarm around you, spinning faster and faster, into threads, which weave themselves into cloth, into a dress, already adorning you. You can feel the death in it, the paradox of life and death in one garment, shimmering in a rainbow beyond normal human vision. A ultraviolet lightshow, a infrared aura.

You marvel at how you can retain all this information. You rejoice in memory.

You are alive.

You can Remember.

You are powerful. Queen of the Dead. Mistress of Spirits.

You notice something is pressing it's lips to yours. They're quite dirty.

[noah22223]

Push it away.

[Karnewarrior]

The sensation is pleasant enough, but it simply cannot continue. Besides, whatever sort of creature it is it's probably not something you want touching your mouth.



You thrust it away from you, sending its form crashing out into the trees. It cries out as you toss it like a ragdoll, a deep, slow scream that you send hurtling through the foilage. It comes down some ways away, digging a trench with the impact seven meters long and half a meter deep.

Your eyes are open and can see now. Mostly they see trees, but they also see 43 shrubs, 345 small plants, 34500 blades of grass, 782000 insects, and 23 clouds above your head. There is 1 sun, the sky is a soft green, and...

Wait, that's no sun. It's a planet, but it emits light like a sun. What a strange place you are in. You wish you could remeber how you got here. You also don't know how you knew exactly how many things you could see. You're certain you never had that power before.

The thing that was kissing you is groaning and rolling about. Seeing as you hit it with 450 kilos of force, you expect it to have some damage to it's bone structure. probably a few broken ribs, depending on the surrounding rock strata-

Oh god you have to stop doing that.

[noah22223]

Go ask if its okay.
Help if possible.
Were not going anywhere being an asshole, amiritegaiz?

[ggamer]

go save Sollux The being.

[NRDL]

Yeah go help this being.  Then again, if it was kissing you while you were unconscious, that might not be a wise idea...

[AntiAntiMatter]

See to the welfare of this entity.

[Armok]

> Examine self.

(Is the style inspired by Alice in Realworld or is that just coincidence?)

[Karnewarrior]

You decide that maybe tossing him that far away may have been a bit of an over-reaction. You pick your way through the foilage, following the trail of churned dirt and smashed stone. Whatever it was, if it's still alive it must be tough as granite.

As it turns out, your prediction was pretty much on the dot. At the end of the trench is a familiar face, though you can't tell why, and on his shirt is the symbol for-

EARTHSTONEROCK GRASSANDTREE SEE THE PLANTS ARE SINGING SINGING SINGING HE HEARS THE ANIMALSAND THE WEB OF LIFEISHISCOMMAND SEE KING OF ROCK AND STONE EARTH THE PLANETS WAIT ANDSTELLAR BODIES AT HIS CALL AND STONEIN HIS HEART MAGMA AS HIS BLOOD SEE ITSEE ITSEE IT PULSING SAP THROUGH HIS VEINS CALLOUSED HANDS DIRTY BROWNLIKEBARK

...

Well it certainly explains why his lips were dirty. And everything else, now that you look at him. His blood has a slightly greenish tint to it, although it's hard for even you to see. He has a earthly aroma, like a freshly tilled field, and he has a kind of dirty allure to him.

A memory hits you. You were dating him, once. Probably right before you died.

You take another glance at the trench and decide that maybe he won't want to go out with you any more.

(Is the style inspired by Alice in Realworld or is that just coincidence?)

((Coincidence. What's Alice in Realworld?))

[noah22223]

((Alice in Wonderland, Alice in Realworld.))

[Armok]

(( http://www.epicsplosion.com/epicsploitation/38 ))

[Karnewarrior]

You pluck a small fragment of crystal from the trench and examine it while you wait for the Dead to suggest something more for you to do.

The boy in the trench stirrs. Since you dislike altering the situation without instruction (and also because it's quite fun) you thump the poor kid on the head and knock him out again.

[AntiAntiMatter]

Take him and find shelter.

[Karnewarrior]

You take the limp form of the boy in your arms and look for shelter.

The landscape is a deep, dark black, hills of rolling soil. Weeping willows lean beside pools of frozen water, formed in mid-ripple. Leaves have fallen on the pools, and in the sky shars shimmer oddly, like thousands of dark eyes peering down out at you. You know what they are. They don't frighten you.

The entire planet is one mammoth graveyard. Marble tombstones jut from the ground, some large enough to form macabre mesas, some small enough to have been designed for fireflies. Dark clouds float above your head, lit red by the setting sun.

The area immediately around you looks like some sort of battlefield. Your blood stains a stone slab inscribed with the symbol for Death, the symbol used for Spirits. The stone itself is a dark brown, and shaped, again, like a tombstone.

Shadowed mausoleums stand as black sentinels in the night, keeping watch over the black tombs. You could stay in one of those, or look for a cave to live in. You could investigate the odd white stick in the distance, so far away and yet so large. Something that big must be significant. You could also stay here and hope for help to come, or simply for the poor boy to awaken.

You could do anything. You're a god now. It's all up to you.

[AntiAntiMatter]

Investigate the stick.