How to apologise 101:
1) Know what you did wrong. Whether it was on purpose or an accident, admit that you did it. People like honesty.
"I'm sorry for making you glitch out! It wasn't on purpose I swear!" Ah'Ming tried to defend himself.
|System hopes you take an accidental swan dive off of the building >:(.
2) Keep it simple, being careful not to start up a fight, a disagreement, or open up the situation for further discussion or recriminations.
"Okay, I understand you might be upset. But I swear it wasn't my fault!"
|System hopes you choke on your salad and die
3) Be prepared to meet resistance.
"Come o-"
|System hopes an NPC sows your mouth shut
4) It helps to say, "This is a genuine apology, I mean it from the bottom of my heart, I have thought about how wrong I was in that matter, and I hope you will accept my apology."
"This is a genuine apology, I mean it from the bottom of my heart, I have thought about how wrong I was in that matter, and I hope you will accept my apology." Was what Ah'Ming said in response.
The system, disgruntled, ignored him.
Until it got angry at him for not using its help.
|WHY ISN'T THE BROADcASTER USING THE ADVICE
Ah'Ming shrugged, all blase. "I thought the system had to be impartial to everyone?"
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
|System hopes you choke on a d---
Ah'Ming clapped his hands over his ears "LALALALALA I CAN'T HEAR YOUR TOXIC WORDS"
Some magical force that was not all blue or pixelated pushed him off of the roof. He flew like a stupid meteor, and only managed to not be turned into a tea-flavored pancake by latching onto the walls like a cat.
"I apologised already :(" He pouted.
The system ignored him, like a sane person.
He sighed, then shimmied the rest of his way down the wall. He followed the direction that the system had originally pointed him at.
The thing is, he wasn't even sure if this was the right direction. It had been so long, but he was still walking.
"Hey system? Where is the thing?"
|System is impartial to all broadcasters
"Fine, fine."
More silence.
He started jogging, because walking was too slow.
THen, he started running.
Afterwards, he started sprinting.
Trees were passing by at an alarming rate.
Until he got to the side of a mountain. "What, is this some kind of magic mountain? With magic mushrooms?"
He could feel the system judging him.
|Ancestral graves
Oh.
Cool!
Wait, that made a lot of sense actually! The other pavilion, for day use, was for humans and near the resort. This one was for night use, for ghosts.
Ah'Ming beamed.
He hummed, and walked closer to the little pavilion.
It did have an incense burner, yes, but it was... dark? He couldn't tell what metal it was. Maybe it was just rust or something?
He lit the incense, and stuck it in. The only thing he felt, that also suddenly disappeared, was a weight on his back.
Before he opened his eyes, he panicked and tried to judo flip the thing. Since it was already gone, he felt really stupid.
Ah'Ming coughed.
Opening his eyes, he saw that he was in the same pavilion, but clearly from the past. The earth was all freshly churned, and the air frankly smelt of rot. Mass rot.
This was a mass burial.
Ah'Ming tilted his head.
What could possibly cause this much death at once? He walked up, and saw some of the graves start to move. Uh oh.
Zombies.
Ghouls started to emerge out of the ground. Ah'Ming checked the floor, and noticed that they hadn't been buried in coffins. None of them had any talismans either.
His eyebrows furrowed.
"Hey, man. Sorry about this!" He called out, before blasting a couple to pieces.
Finding somewhere that was marked with a tombstone, he dug up the grave and opened it.
The body had a very nice cherry wood coffin, embossed and polished to a shine. The outside had a few talismans (That Ah'Ming guessed were peaceful ones, to put the dead person to rest, judging by the aura). The coffin was sealed by seven nails.
Once again, like a pro borrower, Ah'Ming took all of the cool things.
He stripped the coffin bare, took the nails, then opened the coffin.
This person was completely decomposed, a bone white skeleton. It also had a talisman on its forehead.
Ah'Ming shrugged.
Okay, it was kind of clear what had happened.
The funeral owner had died, so nobody had prepped any of the dead people for anything. THey hadn't been put in the right coffins or had the right talismans, so they were unrestful. They had probably come out and attacked the resort.
The big question was: How had they all died at once?
Ah'Ming walked back to the gate of the ancestral graves. He didn't really want to dig up more graves. For one, humans had these strange things called fingernails, and all the dirt was getting underneath them. It was very uncomfortable.
He shrugged, then made his way back to the town.
Knowing that the incense may burn out quickly, he sprinted as fast as he could. Before long, he was in the not-town. This one was also a scaffold-like skeleton. The funeral shop was once again the heart in the middle, but the talismans were worn down, all on the floor, muddy and dirty.
Wait.
Skeleton?
OH! IT WAS AN ARRAY!
Ah'Ming face palmed. Wow, he really should have realised that sooner. If he went to the tall building, the clock tower, he'd be sure to see the whole skeleton.
As he walked, though, he started wondering. Since when do ancient Chinese towns have clock towers? Ah, wait.
All of the historical dramas he'd watched had contained curfews, and massive gongs. That was basically the same. It made sense, yes.
He walked into the base of the clock tower. It wasn't all towers, and the bottom had a one room building. There were two sets of stairs. One led down, and the other led up.
Ah'Ming knew he was meant to go up. But genuinely, curiosity was burning his insides. He wanted to know what was down there, especially since it was calling to him. He caved.
The stairs were slimy and wet, as were the walls. He wasn't sure if it was intentional, or if nobody had come here for a long time.
The problem was, the place was empty. It was a massive cellar, with black walls, but nothing in it. His eyebrows furrowed.
This... didn't seem quite right?