currently: Everyone ever ghost

[Snap crackle pop Fortuna, here's Knowlton coming to you live. Bit of a shaky video feed, but hey at least you can see his handsome mug at all. Currently he's in what, for anyone who's been to Spero, should be instantly recognizable as the Spero Observatory. Mostly anyways. It looks like a damn lightning storm's going on the way electricity's sparking all about, something's obviously wrong. You might also notice your good friend Knowlton's got a sledgehammer.]

Q, are you reading this? You lot watch too. Don't say I never did anything for you.

[Gripping the sledgehammer he brings it crashing down on the machinery in the observatory. Once. Twice. He tightens his grip and-]

Lead this you bastards-!

[-he doesn't get to finish that downswing as several of the machines forcefully explode. The screen turns to static snow for several minutes before finally turning off.]

Noticed the dead bodies I take it. Tip: they're real. I don't have time to explain to you all the intricacies of multiverses. You lot wouldn't appreciate it anyway.

I'm going to Spero to buy some time. Be good kids while I'm gone. Oh, wait, I forgot who I was talking to. Don't go killing eachother, we won't be putting you back together. Something of a crisis going on here. You know how it is.

And whatever you do don't build transport to Spero. If all goes bloody well I'll be back in a week.

[Today it's a voice on the network. A low feminine voice from an anonymous signature.]

Hello? Can you hear me?

░▒░░░▒▒▓▓▓

You've got to build something to Spero. The objects, they're- ▒▒▓░ ▒▓░▒▓ ░▓▒▓▒ ░▓▒▓▓ only going to get worse.

They're going to be stuck there, please won't you just ░▓▓▒▒░▓ ▓░▓▒▒ I know we don't know eachother, but I just want to-!

... ... ...

It's for your own good. You should listen to us.

[The following anonymous text message can be found on the network.]

Look. You all have friends in Spero, don't you? You think this transportation is enough?

Well it's not! Fix the subway! Build an automatic ferry! There's those teleporters right? Can't someone get them to work? Build a rocket or something! You're all so quick to brag, so can't you do this much?! Your friends could use the help you know!

Build some sort of a catpult for all I care, just TAKE CARE OF THIS. You'll regret it if you don't!

die
                                 die
                                                            die
                                                                                     die
I want you all to


DIE!

                                             leave this town

                                                                   it's mine


                               it's ours
                                                   You DON'T belong HERE

                                                                                                                                                           sleep forever
close your eyes


                                   leave this place

                                                                         I'll send you back to where you came from

To your creator                                                                                      unwanted children


                             Send you away

                                        AND NEVER RETURN

ooc: [This is the post where the ghost battle will take place. As with the previous post, several different threads will be made, so please don't create your own! Thank you for your patience.]

ooc2 EDIT [Going to bed for the night; I'll be replying to posts tomorrow. Goodnight everyone o/]

NOTE: This is the log for the groups venturing into the town's prison camp. Any players who cannot participate tonight or anyone who has unfinished threads will receive an e-mail tonight telling them if their character died and how they died, then threads can be finished at everyone's leisure.

HAVE FUN AND ENJOY YOUR DEATHS.

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[They're quieter in the morning. Restless, but still waking from years of reluctant sleep. Still only shadows.

It's the afternoon that stirs them. They've been there all along, thinking and dreaming of you. You, who took their lives and stole their homes.

This is not where you belong. Get out.

The slow stiffness of death haunts their movements as they wake, and stir, and search for their missing possessions. For their loved ones. For, perhaps, some semblance of purpose. The brains have rotted away, but they can't forget.

Curse your fate. Hate the living. Lucky sons of bitches.]

((OOC: Here is the commentlog promised. It's open to everyone in Discedo, and it can take place anywhere in the city. Enjoy!]

[In your unused TVs, over your broken radios, communicator, everywhere, you'll hear a young boy's voice. There's a strange hiss in the background when he speaks.]

Have you seen my sister? Tall, black hair...

[TV: his silhouette appears through the black void of the turned-off screen. Radio: A long, louder hiss begins to hurt your ears. Communicator: his face is outline by the text of others' posts.

Even if you can't see him, you just know he's looking at you.]

Wow, you're a bunch of weird-looking people. She wasn't kidding when she said all kinds came here. Whoa, your hair is green!

Okay. Long story short: I showed up a few days ago, and I saw her and I talked to her, and she was kinda a wreck, and then everything went black.

And now I'm here.

So're you guys gonna help me or not? Because I'll haunt you forever if you don't.

[Everyone can feel a tug at their shirt, or a light shove. He's watching you. ALL OF YOU.]

Oh, my. Are we having fun this Halloween everyone? It'd be a shame to let such a wonderful occasion go to waste. I do hope you will enjoy!

Though I'll be bringing my own brand of fun to this little party of yours, if you don't mind. Being dead isn't quite all it's chalked up to be.

[ooc; okay so language isn't a barrier with this woman, but she IS A GHOST, so you won't actually be able to see her. However, she's going to be causing chaos right throughout the town-- feel free to be pelted with pumpkins, candy, have doors slam in your face when you go to open them, that kind of thing.]

So they really did send out the army. I don't know whether to be impressed, or concerned. Most of them are just children.

It looks like the game's up, scientists. I won't let them get what they came for. Show me what you've got eh, little lapdogs of theirs?

you lose.
You lose You lose You lose You lose You lose

I WILL NEVER LET YOU TAKE HER!

[ooc; epic battle, commence! people can feel free to comment log here if they want, or heck, even just respond to John. He'll respond to all comments for a little while.

EDIT: and now he's kind of dead. :) NO MORE REPLIES WILL COME FROM HERE.]