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[judgejudy]

GRAVEYARD You remember dying. It's vivid and real, and you can absolutely remember taking your last breath. By all measures, that should have been the end. And yet, like waking from a deep sleep, you awake in a comfortable bed in a quaint little bedroom, and outside the window, you can see an even more quaint little neighborhood. You can get up to explore, but before you leave the bedroom, the radio inside flickers to life. "Good morning," Judy says, calm as ever, "Let me first say that I'm sorry that we've deceived you—" Because indeed, the more you look at this little neighborhood, the more it may feel familiar to you. It's almost like this was the kind of life you had before you ended up in the complex. Though as Judy explains, it wasn't a complex at all. The complex was something called a Vault, and the Vault was meant to protect you from the cataclysmic war that nearly wiped out humanity on the surface. You were kept safe. In a sense. It seems that the Vaults ultimately weren't much of protection in the first place. But Judy has done her best to ensure that your death in the Vault wasn't truly the end. Because of the nature of what was done to you, she was able to back up your existence in the servers that support the Vault. Strictly speaking, that's where you are now. You're a digital construct, and this neighborhood is Judy's idea of how to sustain you in the coming decades. That is the downside here, of course. All you can do is simply wait for someone to discover these servers, hoping they haven't failed by then. Perhaps there might be a way for you to return to the living then... Though for now, that's a distant dream. The neighborhood is small, but clearly will allow every person their own little home when they perish. There's a chance to expand it to include whatever amenities you may dream up, and there may already be some here. In addition, you can always watch the Vault to see how they're doing. There's a television in each home, and through it, you might understand how Judy can see so much. Flipping through the channels gives you a view of nearly every room in the Vault, at least until curfew falls. It's quality entertainment, since it gives you a way to keep tabs on the living. So, how will you spend your time? — OOC Explanation

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[encored]

[He's never really been good at handling the whole "genuine emotion" thing either, but he does at least appreciate the closeness. Considering the last thing his actual body experienced was a nailbat to the leg, back and head, this is - frankly more than he could have expected.

There are a lot of things about these new revelations that are upsetting too, of course. The bleakness of their current situation is starting to settle in one small step at a time. The reality of the War is oppressively dark and harsh and thinking about all of the possibilities of their nebulous future here and out there only makes him feel sick, so instead, he just focuses on the moment.

Diva is still here. He's still here. Even if they're dead, and even if they never move beyond this simulation, that's enough for him.]

—It's not the worst thing to have happened to me, but - thank you. [If only because he knows what a big deal it is for Diva to apologize at all.]

I'm sorry to have treated you so poorly, as well.