MEANWHILE

[putyaswordson]

[it's some ridiculous hour of the morning. a man in a grey yukata is sitting in front of the corn fields, watching something rustling back and forth between the stalks.]

Be careful.

(player is being slow and durpy now, but beware of lurking Slenderman!♥)

Comments

[splendad]

[Slowly strolling by, swaying a bit as he walks, with a dumb look on his face. The smell of booze is strong.]

Ahh, it's okay, once and a while.

[putyaswordson]

... why the hell are you here.

[splendad]

Huh? Why are you here?

[putyaswordson]

That's none of your business.

[leftintheright]

*:|a*

...Is something wrong?

[putyaswordson]

-uh, oh, no. Nothing.

[the rustling in the corn stalks stops]

[leftintheright]

*glances from Hijikata, to the corn, and then back to Hijikata*

You're certain?

[putyaswordson]

Yeah, just. Go. Go away.

[corn rustles again...]

[marypoopins]

Whoa, it's like that scene from Signs.

Now that's someone whose career is in the gutter.

[putyaswordson]

You better get out of here, or that tall guy in black will get you. Especially in a clearly horror-type setting like this is.

[marypoopins]

If I don't believe in something, it won't exist.

And if I turn off comment notifications, I won't see it.

[putyaswordson]

True enough, but you should still go away. Go collect your useless drunken perm-head.

[comesinfourth]

What's in there? Have you seen it?

[putyaswordson]

-oh, uh, nothing. Seen what?

[comesinfourth]

Whatever's in there. You're watching for something.

[putyaswordson]

It's-...

[sighs, holds his arms out towards the corn]

Come here, Mayorin.

[my_pleasure]

[ flops down next to. ]

What're we watching, anything good on?

[putyaswordson]

... well, if you're lucky, the tall guy will appear in your peripheral vision. He's lurking around here right now, apparently.

[my_pleasure]

Not the same one that other guy was talking about?

[putyaswordson]

Dunno. Tall, black, creepy? Most likely. You're not him, are you? You're not tall enough.