[sub][sub]Oh no, nonononono, don't associate me with those scumbags called emotions. I'm not an emotion, I'm just a being stuck in Roland's brain. If I had a choice in the matter, I would get the hell out of here! Bye bye those idiot emotions.[/sub][/sub]
Erica can hear bombs in the background, and war.
"Well, you see, death is offered a month of vacation ever few hundread thousand years. Durring that time, to make sure that the point between whatever afterlife you want to go to and the world of the living. Death's job is to make sure that gap is kept as empty as possible, and send each and every person to their desired afterlife, and record any stories that they want to be spread, but didn't have a chronicler to record if for them. Death then sends them to their desired afterlife. Its a taxing job, and everyone that didn't chose a religion goes to his offices, and he has to drag those unworthy of going to hell out of it. He then sends them to their afterlife. As you could guess, it gets packed fast, and death occasionally needs a break. He simply grabs a random traveler, and has him or her do his job for a few thousand years, which, in the world between death and life, is just a few days for those outside it. I took up his job for a little bit, and then I left. Now I know what happends after we die, thats a plus. Unless you don't want that to happen to you, then you have no idea what happends. But still, I say that your freind got the afterlife he wanted, and the afterlife he deserved."
OoC: Whats with me and huge walls of text?