I COULDA SWORN I CLOSED THIS
YOU GET SHOT AND DIE AND LEAVE
~WIP~
You have finally reached the upside-down building that's been on the horizon. It's a gas station, one converted to a small rest station recently. A decrepit crimson sign hangs above the door, swinging slightly in the wind. You manage to make out the words Seve__ea_'s _as Sta_ion. Another sign hangs above it - a newer, neon, moving sign.
The room is dark and damp. A few tables litter the area, and even fewer are occupied. A solitary lamp sits in the corner, barely emitting a light. A CD player stands near, but it's off and doesn't seem to have any CDs in it. You notice a solitary newspaper a nearby table, next to a wall-sized map pinned up.
In other section of the room, a dusty bar holds a parade of glasses in varying size and shape; a small man sits behind the bar reading an old newspaper. You can just make out the tip of a top hat behind the paper. Hearing you, he pushes the paper down and stares at you through a tinted monocle. "Bathroom's o'er there."
"Oh," You say smugly, inclining your head. "I don't need the bathroom. I'd like to sign up for a room, my good sir."
He grunts. "Well, if you want to sign up for a room, you'll need to click on this here link."
You are suddenly hesitant. "Well…" You say, scratching your head. "I don't know if I really want to join. Can I see who all is here?"
The man points to a list hanging on the wall. "Most of them don't come 'round here anymore." He says, top hat dipping. "We just keep their names up there for…remembering them."
Poopi.
