a pair of rusty gates slowly open, and a cold mist comes pouring out of a large field with many dead flowers and bushes, and a few knarled trees covering up thousands of tombstones, out of the corner of your eye you see one with your name on it, and you finaly realize... you are dead

this is the place for those who have died in the war to hang out and wait for the war to end. you are alowed in the oblivion still, but not any of the rp threads. without permision