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((entering from Minesweeper Task))

Unnghh. Nine groaned as she sat up. She had a terrible feeling through her entire body, as if she had just been consumed by something at an irregularly fast pace. Looking around, she had no idea where she was, much less why. She couldn't even be sure if she was dead or alive.

The last thing she remembered was playing some sort of mine field game, and suddenly the floor she was standing on was gone. Then she woke up here. The end. Well, it could be worse, right?

Upon hearing another voice, Nine turned to see another person. They weren't in the same colors as Nine was, but they also seemed to be just as confused as she. "I..." she started out slowly, trying to form her thoughts into a coherent sentence, "I zink ve died." She was still not quite sure of this, but she did distinctly remember seeing the same colors as the other was wearing explode in front of her only moments before she fell into god knows what.

yII entering from the task!

Just as the pain began to become too much to bear, yII suddenly felt nothing. There wasn't the feeling of having his flesh being eaten away, nor did he feel wet any more. Opening his eyes, he found himself in... a lounge of all places. For the moment, confusion hit him as he looked around, seeing several others. Oh. He had died.

His head lowered at that thought, mentally bashing himself for acting on that text so quickly. He knew it would be risky, but the prospect of getting another medpac was just sorely tempting. On a slightly brighter note, he suppose this meant he hadn't lead his group to their doom, or he couldn't at this point anyway. Still, he felt that he should have been more careful.

Shaking his head, he took note of the bar around here. Before he went over, he realized he still had the gasmask on. A quick tug at it told him that it was staying on as well. Such a cruel joke.

Hearing one of the others ask what to do, he sighed and simply responded, "We do the only thing we can do in purgatory... We wait."

[Beta Seven entering from Minesweeper Task thread!]

"HAHAHA-" Her laughter rang out before she paused suddenly, inhaling sharply as she opened her eyes. Wait, what just happened? She released the grip she had on her own arm, where the darts had hit, and to her surprise, she felt... Nothing. No pain from the dart, no pain from being chewed on by piranhas, no pain from the horse-thing that sent her face planting to the ground... Her injuries had simply disappeared together with her fatigue, although whatever she was currently sitting on was very comfy...

So comfy, in fact, that she found herself relaxing, holding a pillow to her chest as she leaned back to stare at the ceiling. She probably looked like her balls fell off, but she didn't care anymore. She could hear the voices of people around her, and she lowered her gaze from the ceiling to take a look, only to see dead people - the pink girl who had stepped on a mine, the olive guy with an old man mentality... Why? Shouldn't they be dead? If she was here - wherever 'here' was - she must be...

... Dead. Dead like them.

That's right, she was dead and there was no respawning either... Unless the Beta Tent got a face lift after they left the Cornfields, this is definitely somewhere else. Everything that happened up to the point where she died came flashing back in her mind, and she winced; why? Why can't she remember the events in her life prior to her arrival on this island even though she was already dead?

"Game over for us, huh?" She muttered with a dry laugh, addressing nobody in particular, "I would ask for a drink, but it seems like this gas mask isn't coming off any time soon..." She tugged at it, not putting much effort into it.

[E8 is Entering from the Minesweep task thread!]

What was this? He should be dead, right? So why did he still feel so alive in a sense. True, he still did feel as at peace as he did when that giant spike from the ceiling hit him, but in a way he felt like it never happened. Was it all a dream? Did it never happen, or was the poison working so well that all his nerves and senses were tricking up.

Slowly, E8 opened his eyes to take a look around. Surely this wasn't the afterlife, right? He never imagined death would lead him to some sort of get together in a lounge with, was that a bar?

'Why the hell would they give a bar to people who can't even drink? I guess it's the thought that counts, still, it's pretty messed up...'

Now, where to start? He guessed he should track down those he knew.

"...So you're here too?" E-4 leaned forward, giving Boss a small wave in greeting. "What got you? Not a mine like me?" It had certainly been quite a way to die, E-4 had to admit. She had expected that she'd die from a simple stab wound, or maybe a gun shot. Being blown to bits had been a bit farther down her list of possibilities.

More people had joined them now, and E-4 raised a brow as she looked around the room, taking in all the figures. "We're getting pretty full now," she mused, "I guess a lot of people died in that game just now--you!"

She leaped up from the couch, rushing over towards one of the newcomers. Was that...? Yup, there is was on the side of his mask: VIII. "Eight, what are you doing here!? I was hoping you guys would live!" And there--E-12 had shown up too, seeming understandably upset. While E-4 herself was unhappy to learn that her teammates had died, a small, selfish part of her was glad that she was be able to see them again, especially under these more peaceful conditions. At least she didn't have to worry about the threat of being backstabbed or having to backstab anyone.

But wait, wasn't someone missing? She scanned the lounge quickly, counting the number of people who were donning pink armor. It looked like everyone who had shown up for the game was here...except one. Whirling back to E-8, she grasped the front of his clothing and shook him. "Wait, what happened?! Is Thirteen okay? And...the pendants?" She shook him for emphasis after each question, her heart thumping violently in her chest.

Though death has given the fallen a peaceful place to rest, at least until something wished to interrupt them here, E8 couldn't help but pick up on a bit of anger and sadness in the air, especially when E12 fell in to a break down. He wished he could help her, maybe cheer her up a bit, but he wouldn't even know where to start.

That had to wait though. Blinking and looking around, he grinned behind his mask when he spotted the familiar figure of E4. "Well nice to see ya too." he said with a chuckle and a wave of a hand. "Sadly, it seems death wanted to claim me now of all times. Right at the second dawn of the game, go figure. I guess I'm not meant to go on, but if that's true then I wonder what I am meant to do."

'Hopefully just laze around and relax for once. Though, if I'm really dead then why can't I remember a damn thing still!?'

"Oh well." he sighed and shook his head. "I almost won though. I made it to G and then, of course, when E12 and I moved to jump towards the pedants and kit we got hit. Some rocks fell and that was it."

It was weird how he felt no pain from the hit though. He should have felt something right? Some amount of pain. Some about of fear.

Speaking of pain and fear, E8 broke from his thoughts at the shaking.
"F-from what I could tell b-before I died it l-l-looked like he won! E-E13 got the pendants! Though I'm not sure h-how much g-good it would do since he never wanted them in the first place!"

((Urk. I was slow to enter but Eleven is supposed to be in there with the rest of them so I assume you post counts for me as well?))

Failure. Complete and utter failure. That's what she was. As much as she might have liked to talk big and look down on everyone else as the ones to drag her down she'd done it all on her own.

Oh sure others had been on the tile with her and if she wanted to she could delude herself into blaming them for triggering the trap but in the end she had a feeling that she would have exploded for her choice one way or another.

And Eleven listened to her feelings. Like the one that told her the place she had woken up was... odd for a death place. Frowning at the surrounding and the others around her she spoke up, interrupting no one in particular.

"This is odd yes? Should we if we died be on our own or with everyone, our family and friends whoever they may be? This seems odd to Eleve-"

Her sentence cut off as a small nagging feeling she'd been ignoring, her shame at failing drowning it out, suddenly hit her full force.

Oh God. It hurt. It hurt so much. Death wasn't supposed to hurt. She hadn't been bad... Except she failed.

Miserably. Tottaly. The failure to trump all failures. That was her.

But, It wasn't meant to be.

She failed but she couldn't finish like this. It wasn't her time. She was going to win. She was going to bring death and pain upon all up her twelve companions, whoever they may be, and together they would show this island who was best.

IT WASNT HER TIME GOD DANM IT.

Clinging, huddling, trying to ride out the pain all her mind could find to focus was that one fact.

It wasn't her time. Too soon. She had so much to do in the game.

Too soon.

She shouldn't have responded to the text. Gamma One hugged herself, murmuring beneath the mask. Eight had shown such trust in her, and how had she repaid it? By leaving almost as soon as they reached the beach; she tried to persuade herself that she'd left to secure either an extra medkit or even grab a pendant so that at least one of their little group could make it out of here alive. But maybe all she'd been was selfish, just wanting to get out herself.

And where had it landed her? Dead, seperate from the group and leaving them with no extra medical help. It had been fruitless. She had to get back, she couldn't be dead. This was ******** inconvenient and she hissed under her breath now, fingers gripping into her own arms as she paced back and forth in the stupid lounge.

'Gotta get back, gotta not be dead.' she repeated.
'How, how? How do I get back, get not dead? Don't know. Have to get back.'