So, you're dead. Shame, that.
But on the other hand, it's actually kind of nice.
When you "wake" in some odd version of it, you'll find yourself lying on a rather plush bed. It's cozy and warm and just soft enough to tempt anyone back into sleep. The room is equally nice, if small, and when you turn and open the curtains to look out the window, you will see... wait, is that the town?
It is, actually. The town is laid out quite simply across the window and no matter how many times you may bang or wave through the window, no one seems to notice you. If you're smart enough to give up the venture and leave the small bedroom, you will notice that, of course, you are on the train.
The train that, is actually pretty fancy.
Moving through it, past the sleeping cabins and through to the main carts, you will find a dining car with fine dishware and meals of all kinds made at a push of a button or a request given to the air. They'll appear, freshly made and ready to eat at the table of your choice with any drink you could want. There truly doesn't seem to be any limits when it comes to the luxury of the meal.
There is also a bathhouse car with private bathrooms and saunas to fit up to four. Even one rather large room containing a small pool/hot tub of sorts is available for just about anyone to take a dip. It's kind of outlandish, honestly.
Then the lounge car, with its library and plush armchairs and couches. A pool table, a darts board, even a small area dedicated to painting. There's a bar too, fully stocked and ready for anyone who needs a drink. All it would require is a request from the bartender who... looks surprisingly familiar?
The Sheriff is there, much cleaner cut than his counterpart outside of the train. He looks up mildly at any arrivals, giving them a nod of greeting before going back to organizing bottles or setting cigars out for a smoke. He doesn't seem to be surprised at all by anyone who appears. Just... ready to serve them, whatever they may wish.
It all sort of seems okay for a moment, until you realize you're just here to wait for the game to end. Awkward. |
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sheriffexe) wrote2017-01-13 11:14 am
XION
I've been trying to write this letter since the day of the stampede, and I still don't know where to begin. I know that I'm running out of time, though, so I hope that this is enough.
The first thing I want to say is that I'm so very, very sorry. I didn't want to leave you. If something like that was possible to survive, I would have done everything in my power to do so. You deserve to have people who will support you wherever you are - and now the best I can do is try to support you from here.
The second thing I want to say is that... I'm sorry, again. By now, I'm sure you and EVERYONE else knows that I was a bandit. You were right that you and I both wanted the same thing, but the methods I've employed have left blood on my hands, whether I was the one to pull the trigger or not. In participating in such a thing, I feel as though I have let you down.
You have no reason to listen to a request from me after what I did and how I left you, but please, if possible, do whatever it takes to survive without bathing your own hands in blood until the very end. It would be gratifying to know that it's possible for someone to win this game without taking someone else's life.
To do this, please stick close to the others. I believe that Mister Percy, Mister Jason, and Shinnosuke will be the best support possible for you now, and together, I believe that you, Shinnosuke, Mister Jason, and Mister Percy can capitalize on whatever information you'll able to find to bring an end to this. If you can provide them with any information you receive, you should do so, and I hope that they'll also share what they learn with you.
I hope that we'll see each other again someday. And when that time comes, it is my fervent hope that we can both greet each other with a smile.
Seizaburo Kamiya