GY ENDGAME POST
GRAVEYARD - END GAME
It's been a long stay.
Seven weeks have elapsed since the gates to Aira Niluc were opened to guests of various worlds, and for seven weeks a game of trust and betrayal have whittled the living's numbers down until only a mere third remained on that side. And in exchange, the population of the dead grew as they continued their story on this side.
But the story is coming to a close, almost as if the world itself demands it.
Because sometime Friday morning, oddities start to become apparent within the fabric of this space: buildings starting to deteriorate as their colors start to fade, foods beginning to molder and rot, trees and mountains far in the background flickering briefly show sketch-like outlines before reverting back to normal. While most of the main locations remain fairly intact, there is no area on this side that lays untouched by the sense that this place is starting to unravel, bit-by-bit.
Still, the walls that separate you all from the living hold fast even now, not allowing any of the dead to cross through into the other side.
Perhaps that's not the point here, though. After all, you all still have your own ending to write, here and now.
[Welcome to the Graveyard's Endgame post! The previous posts for Weeks 2-5 and Weeks 6-7 have been linked above.]

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No, but that doesn't explain everything. How did you even come up with the plan to use those crystals to power yourself up in the first place?
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[ He sounds... More cautious than anything. Like he might be coming around a bit, but still very, very wary... ]
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What, do you not believe me?
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A few of us don't, but...
[ ... Sigh. ]
I'll be honest with you. All this hiding and pointing fingers we've been doing isn't helping people's confidence. I get you don't want to get eaten or worse, but neither do we...
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[ He wants to believe they can be on the same side once they lay out more cards on the table. ]
Can you still sense the magic now? Even though we failed?
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[ She watched Yor stab it a few times, it was fun(?) ]
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[ musing out loud, really. ]
It would make sense that magic only damages its own kind.......
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