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08-30-2019, 11:57 PM
The scythe and its owner, A skeleton with a cloak and...uh, a blue hat with a yellow cross (which bears a resemblance to the Swedish flag) comes into view. He also seems to have grayish hair, though you're not sure if it's from him or if it's a hat accessory...
Death:I know, I'm sure I seem frightening, but don't worry. All of your suffering is.........
There's an awkward silence.
DeathHey wait a minute. You're not supposed to be dead...at least, not yet anyways. What, are ya lost or something? There's no need to be embarrassed. You can tell me.
Figuring you have nothing to lose, you speak to...the Grim Reaper...about your situation.
Death:Buddy, I hate to break this news to ya, and there's no easy way of saying it, so I'm just gonna say it That place you're staying at? It ain't something from your world. You've been trapped in that place, and I don't think there's a way for you out on your own.
Death:I'm gonna level with ya. You ain't the first guy I've had to talk to about this, and you're probably not gonna be the last. But I'll make ya a little deal.
This is it, the important moment. The plan is obvious now that you think about it. You challenge the Grim Reaper to a game of Chess, no doubt receiving his assistance to leave.
Death:Ah, a man of culture? That's what I like ta see.
A chess board floats in from out of your vision, the pieces gently placing themselves on the board from above. Death offers you to make the first move.
.........
.........
.........
At least until Death throws the board off to your right. It explodes violently in the distance...somehow.
Death:Wait, this ain't the time for that. Look, I'm gonna say the important stuff once and only once, so you best listen up.
Death:Ya see, my job is to deliver lost souls from the land of the living to the next life, and that hotel is full of lost souls that need to be removed, pronto. In fact, they've been slowly disappearing one by one. So do me a solid. You bring me some souls. You bring me enough, I'll get you outta there. We got a deal?
You're not sure how much of a choice in the matter you have in negotiating deal...
Death:I know, I'm sure I seem frightening, but don't worry. All of your suffering is.........
There's an awkward silence.
DeathHey wait a minute. You're not supposed to be dead...at least, not yet anyways. What, are ya lost or something? There's no need to be embarrassed. You can tell me.
Figuring you have nothing to lose, you speak to...the Grim Reaper...about your situation.
Death:Buddy, I hate to break this news to ya, and there's no easy way of saying it, so I'm just gonna say it That place you're staying at? It ain't something from your world. You've been trapped in that place, and I don't think there's a way for you out on your own.
Death:I'm gonna level with ya. You ain't the first guy I've had to talk to about this, and you're probably not gonna be the last. But I'll make ya a little deal.
This is it, the important moment. The plan is obvious now that you think about it. You challenge the Grim Reaper to a game of Chess, no doubt receiving his assistance to leave.
Death:Ah, a man of culture? That's what I like ta see.
A chess board floats in from out of your vision, the pieces gently placing themselves on the board from above. Death offers you to make the first move.
.........
.........
.........
At least until Death throws the board off to your right. It explodes violently in the distance...somehow.
Death:Wait, this ain't the time for that. Look, I'm gonna say the important stuff once and only once, so you best listen up.
Death:Ya see, my job is to deliver lost souls from the land of the living to the next life, and that hotel is full of lost souls that need to be removed, pronto. In fact, they've been slowly disappearing one by one. So do me a solid. You bring me some souls. You bring me enough, I'll get you outta there. We got a deal?
You're not sure how much of a choice in the matter you have in negotiating deal...