It was dark, not a candle lit on the path through the graveyard. Your shitty friends dared you to come here.

You pass the graves two... three rows up. You can see the mausolem at the top of the hill and shudder. The grave you seek is beside a weeping willow. You try not to think what could lurk behind the shielding branches.

Thomas Albright. 

You look around one last time, then sink down and position yourself in the cold earth. Grass doesn't grow here, or maybe it is just well tended. When you feel your head positioned at the base of the pink marble headstone you close your eyes.

"Can you tell me a story?" you ask, hating the way your voice sounds in the too open night air.

You listen intently. Nothing is going to happen. All you need to do is wait ten seconds then you can walk down the hill and-

"I went to the graveyard"

I know what it is and that's what matters

This is a throwaway game to help me get back in the swing of it

I'm finishing the story the right way. Sorry:/ I will get it posted hopefully by the time school starts and I get busy again.

In that case, thank you:p

Yay, just saw this. Time to cut one of my branches...

The hyperfocus just kicked in so I'm hoping that means I won't rush the ending like I've had to do with my others

I've been coasting on this website off and on all the way back to the mafia timeline apparently. Perhaps I have not interacted as much but I like to think I have marked the rise and fall of nations and characters like some sort of badass, silent observer

Oh, well, guess that settles that!

I'm glad I started thinking up a story already haha

If I fall deeper into shame don't I get banned or something since I got the time zones messed up on the graveyard one?

I LIVE

I did mean that as a joke. Or a threat. Whichever.

Well, it's a teaching job, so maybe I'll just become one of those teachers that makes their students make games on here