SPOOKY HEAVEN

[kinetic]

Happy Halloween!

Welcome! Everything is fine.

Don't worry if you can't remember how you died. We erased your memory of that moment to help with the transition. Based on a complex calculus that assigns a numeric value to all your thoughts and actions while you were alive, you have earned a spot in the Good Place! Enjoy your afterlife.

For Halloween, the little walkable suburban neighborhood of your Good Place has adopted a few new features. The entities in charge want to make sure everyone feels at home without missing what they felt made life fun before! Feel free to play with any/all of the following prompts:

• Ambient 'spooky' music plays at all hours of the day and in every location, broken up every 9.15 hours by Miley Cyrus' cover of Nine Inch Nails' "Head Like a Hole."


• A silent but friendly clown jumpscares everyone and offers them a balloon animal, even in private moments.


• Every restaurant has exclusively candy corn themed dishes.


• Roller skates are "in" and everyone is provided with a pair so they can skate everywhere.


• Houses are remodeled to have haunting effects and/or corn mazes.


• That person you hate is hosting a group watch of people's deaths on the screens that play people's memories from their own POV.


• Due to a misinterpretation of "bloody hearts" as 'just a British thing,' the town festival is actually Valentine's-themed.

Make related (or unrelated!) top-levels, posts, etc. to your heart's content.

Comments

cw: cannibalism, I'm so sorry

[sheofhunger]

[ The Lamb had so clearly devised this place as sick torment for the ones that sacrificed him. From the charming pathways to the well kept gardens, and none of it as beautiful as her Anura. Insidiously cheerful, and the pumpkins are a mockery of her realm.

Which is to say, that Heket feels that clown had it coming and if someone didn't do it first, she would have.

She sees the creature dragging the corpse of the damnable thing down the path, as best it can - and in desperate need to make sure the clown doesn't invade one more second of her precious time, Heket does the practical thing with her large, strong frame - and helps by grabbing the legs, to haul the dead body along towards somewhere secluded. ]


.... we... could... eat it.....?

[ comes the horrendous, rasping, broken voice. Bandages wrap her throat, hiding her wound. She is a tall being, though not in her proper form, her eyes are a deep black animal pit, the red burning from within. ]


.... make sure... doesn't come.... back.