Before you, through abandoned ,overgrown brambles, lies the old manor. A dignified, ancient building, with ornate decorations, stone columns and a plethora of hidden, twisted passages.
As you stand (or float) (or drool) (or, well, relatively standing) before the big oaken doors, you idly read the big brass plate, still untouched from the weathering of hundreds of years.
"Welcome all ye that are dead and yet still chained
To this world that has no place for you.
Come all ye who are dead, or undead
And let us revel in our undead pursuits.
A rotten fish is here that you can float through
Come here to this haven of spirits like you.
Chat about your insubstance, and your pending revenge
And let us plot to take over the world seek revenge and have ghostly parties, and do other sorts of things."
A half-transparent post-it hangs of the edge of the sign. It says:
"No bumps. Only pokes."
You open the door and float (or drool) (or relatively walk) into a myriad of ghosts with ghostly champagne and ghostly food, and ghostly music playing to some pretty nice ghostly dancing.
A ghost waves at you. She floats over and introduces herself as Alice, the little girl ghost. The founder of this ghostly manor.
As you stand (or float) (or drool) (or, well, relatively standing) before the big oaken doors, you idly read the big brass plate, still untouched from the weathering of hundreds of years.
"Welcome all ye that are dead and yet still chained
To this world that has no place for you.
Come all ye who are dead, or undead
And let us revel in our undead pursuits.
A rotten fish is here that you can float through
Come here to this haven of spirits like you.
Chat about your insubstance, and your pending revenge
And let us plot to take over the world seek revenge and have ghostly parties, and do other sorts of things."
A half-transparent post-it hangs of the edge of the sign. It says:
"No bumps. Only pokes."
You open the door and float (or drool) (or relatively walk) into a myriad of ghosts with ghostly champagne and ghostly food, and ghostly music playing to some pretty nice ghostly dancing.
A ghost waves at you. She floats over and introduces herself as Alice, the little girl ghost. The founder of this ghostly manor.
