mayfield_rpg

[Guess who has been having nightmares so severe they’ve been scaring the goddamn Scarecrow and thus hasn’t slept since his revival.

Guess.

Because he’s tired and cranky and when Crane is cranky he wants to make everyone around him as miserable as possible and he does this by being a freaky motherfucker.

For your enjoyment, a phone call:]

You wake up in a box, pine wood and lined with silk, but you can’t remember how you got there. It’s dark, too dark to see anything around you, but you can hear a rain of dirt above you, feel the heaviness of the Earth swallowing you up. You’ll wear your nails down to the quick and lose your voice from screaming, and you’ll run out of tears long before you run out of air. If they ever bother to dig your coffin up, they’ll find your skeleton twisted in absolute terror.

Thanatophobia. The fear of death.

It’s not that people are afraid of death itself, really. It’s much like the fear of heights; people are more afraid of the fall and subsequent sudden stop at the end than the altitude on its own. With death, what we truly fear is the unknown. Even the most truly devout always has one niggling doubt in the back of their mind, that everything they’ve been taught is a wicked lie. As a man of an advanced age and lacking morality, I’ve often wondered about it myself. What will happen when I, personally, die? Popular opinion seems to be that I’ll go to Hell, and I have been missing my dear old grandmother lately. And yet, that’s only one option, one opinion in a vast sea of speculation. Perhaps reincarnation is the true way. I’d like to come back as a crow, personally. Such majestic creatures.

Or, perhaps, it’s this. Simply, this.

I’m sure Mayfield has been called similar things in the past. Purgatory. Hell. Humans have such an amusing compulsion to apply familiar concepts to foreign ones. Mayfield is a special case, much worse than anything the average mind could comprehend.

But, for lack of a better word, I believe Hell will suffice.

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...is everything all right, friend? You don't sound well.

I haven't been sleeping well.

Well, to be honest, I never really do, but it's been somewhat worse since you murdered me.

...come again?

Come now, Edward, surely you weren't so out of your mind that you forgot such a significant detail as that. I'm hurt. Truly.

I'm... I'm sorry, but I haven't a single clue what you're talking about...

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Specialized Hell, in a few cases.

I do hope your speech wasn't intended to lift the mood, though.

My true goal in life is to raise spirits and incite hope and cheer in all I meet.

[just. tangible sarcasm here.]

What a valiant goal. I'm sure you do well.

Yes, I'm a regular Pollyanna.

[A pause.]

Do you need help?

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Hell will always be worse then here.

You sound as if you have personal experience.

I do.

I am the Hell Girl. People enter into contracts with me and I ferry their tormentors to Hell.

Hm, do you.

And what would be the terms of this contract?

For every curse, two grave are dug. When you die your soul will belong to Hell also.

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[....oh religious talk. Hey not father. Carrie is looking at you curiously.]

Your Grandmother's in Hell?

If there's ever been a merciful god-- which I doubt-- she ought to be. I sent her there myself, after all.

[Her Mayfield dad's a murderer? ...and Carrie just looks at him curiously. But not really afraid as a sane person should be. He killed his grandmamma. Like....like she killed her mamma...]

What was she like?

She was a woman of God. [as if that explains everything]

[She sucks in a breath. Yes. Yes that does.]

My...my mamma was a woman of God.

[Isn't aware Crane knows her life story already of course.]

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Mayfield's bad alright, but I think Hell'd be even worse, stranger. Least we get moments when things are normal. Hell's never-ending torture.

Oh, really? I wouldn't consider anything here "normal," and I've been told I have rather low standards in that regard.

Well, I lived in a small country town in the 50s. When Mayfield ain't tryin' ta kill us, it's pretty similar to it. Of course, we don't have aliens, AIs, or alternate dimensions, but the whole setting is much the same.

Ah, did you? I did as well. Now that was true evil; the founders of Mayfield could have learned a thing or two from southern Georgia.

Can't say I know the place, but I'm from Texas m'self. Good ta know there's a fellow Southerner out there. What's your name, stranger? I'm Engie.

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