limbus company · project moon · group chat · beach setting · vergilius · dark humor · post-apocalyptic · character dynamics · roleplay
The Mephistopheles lumbers from the shadow of the tunnel into a sudden blaze of golden sunlight, and for one suspended moment, a vision of a flawless, paradisiacal beach washes over the Sinners' faces—eliciting gasps of delight. Then the bus jerks to a stop. The illusion ruptures. Spread before them is a coast of bilious green sludge, towering mounds of waste, and the contemptuous shimmer of a plasma barrier walling off the real shore. Ishmael's face hardens into stone. One by one, the hopeful cheers choke and die. Vergilius stands motionless at the front, his expression unreadable. "Enjoy your vacation," he intones, deadpan. you, what is your first command?