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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[Jack manages this at some point but he's also busy putting fingers into his mouth and letting off a truly impressive blast of a whistle, something that echoes all through the halls even above the din of all their magic and all the destruction Ferry is wreaking.
He'll use his sword to start cutting all these threads trying to slow him down, but hopefully William's gotten the message and they are all ready to greet Ferry at the door because BOY THEY SURE GOT THE CATERPILLLAR TO MOVE BUT UHHHHhhhhhhhh.
EVERYBODY RUN FASTER ALSO THAT VOID DOESN'T SOUND GOOD]
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[ Gonna use that spike on the brass knuckle to try to cut threads if she can and run faster, yup. ]
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This is. A little harder than she expected. Hm. She trails along and cuts the threads with her sword, intent on keeping a solid pace at the rear of the group. ]
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How quick you are to assume. Just because you've all outlived your usefulness does not mean my plans have changed. It's simply a shame that I need to dispose of such useful pawns at the very end.
[But since they're getting out at this rate--]
Don't think I'll let you escape so easily! Stop them!
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And all the while, Airy continues to chase and chase.]