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[afterlifeshit]

So you're probably dead. A couple of your party members made it to the L4D safehouse and triggered a respawn point, yaay. Anyone that's died is up and mobile again, you're in a sunnier part of the forest just after a large glass greenhouse that has more green foliage and less evil black junk. Regroup, figure out where to go next, avoid murderfest round two.

[Mission: stick together this time and find a way out. don't get murderized by ghosts. whatever ]

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[foodporn]

They let him?

[didn't we learn our lesson the first time. unfolds arms in that gearing up to go way but also to make the general gesture of youre fucking kidding me]

[armedarchaeologist]

[winces guiltily.]

Nobody else was awake yet. It was a while ago, back when I was—[gestures at the ground, could mean anything from "dead" to "catatonic with hopeless depression."]

I, uh. Was kind of rude.

[foodporn]

[oh for chrissake]

You hurt his feelings so he ran off into the ghost woods?

[im sorry august but you probably deserve that gory death you're about to enjoy. either way, come on loser, we're going after him]

Which way?

[armedarchaeologist]

...that's about what it shaped up to yeah.

[hesitates, looking at the woods in front of them. he wasn't paying all that much attention and even now he's having trouble working himself into a really good guilt trip, but there's the start of one.]

This way?

[foodporn]

You sound so positive.

[it's the question mark, fyi. glances back at the party before starting out that way, calling out his name. hello, please come back now, before we have to go on another solo adventure to find your probably dead ass]

[armedarchaeologist]

You bet, I'm sure looking forward to being back in the woods. It was just so much fun before, with the...

[nope too gross even for sarcasm.

flaps a hand inarticulately, grimaces, hurries to keep up with Bo.]

August!