Oh! The joy of being dead! Elegant parties and all the opportunities in the world. I see that you've just arrived. I shall explain things to you.
This is The City of the Dead. It is an impossibly large city in nonexistance. Every person who has ever dies lives here.
The City is ruled by The Queen. We are in the era of Queen Valentine XVI.
The sky is nonexistant and the air is gray. Buildings in grayscale. Sometimes a flash of neon green or pink will come out of a club. This is a city that never sleeps. Or breathes.
So we welcome you here, to The City. Our City. Now your City as well.
Enjoy. ((since there is an infinite number of things to do, pick something to do and do it! it is so much fun being dead, it is!))
RP's Unlimited
imagination is without limits
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