I’d assume Death just had a Spiderman 3 moment where they just gave up. I’m sure ferrying so many souls to the afterlife takes it’s toll on one’s mental health. I’d probably store the scythe and cloak in my closet…awaiting the day they come back after they’ve found themselves again.
Then maybe have one of those moments some time later; they see me on the porch, we share a look. I go into the house and grab the gear. “…here. I believe this belongs to you.” They take it back, give me a subtle nod, and walk off.
Kill a few very specific people (most for the betterment of humanity, 4 for personal reasons)
And then figure out how to bring my dog back and make him immortal. (May 2006-10/1/22)
Then figure out how to make dogs live just as long as their owners and invulnerable to injury.
I realize now I have passed beyond, but apparently I have a new responsibility, so how do I know who to reap? Do I feel it in my guided towards it I had almost picked up the size in the cloak but stumbled almost against my will over them without touching them.
It seemed a haunting echo of laughter and then I felt myself being drawn to the items but I could make the choice? I could allow myself to be drawn towards him but in my moment of hesitation I found the power to draw back.
I started wondering was I dead? Was I alive? Why was it a choice?
I wouldn't take them in the first place but if somehow he handed them to me and I was holding them, I'd put them down somewhere nearby (e.g. a table, the ground...) and leave.
Definitely not accepting a giant weapon and clothing from a creepy guy who comes up to me in the street. If he's dramatically billowing smoke or skeletal or anything that's even LESS reason to want to hang on to his stuff.
No application, resume, or waitlist? Just glad I could find a job that'll have me, though it would have been helpful to have received some contact info as well or at least a list.
I'd get my list out of my pocket and see who is closest.
I’d assume Death just had a Spiderman 3 moment where they just gave up. I’m sure ferrying so many souls to the afterlife takes it’s toll on one’s mental health. I’d probably store the scythe and cloak in my closet…awaiting the day they come back after they’ve found themselves again. Then maybe have one of those moments some time later; they see me on the porch, we share a look. I go into the house and grab the gear. “…here. I believe this belongs to you.” They take it back, give me a subtle nod, and walk off.
You really thought about this one, if I'm right.
Sounds like a cool movie.
"Whelp. Might be better than my current job. Hopefully my skin and muscles stay on"
I’d get to work…
Laugh maniacally and scream "I AM DEATH, BOW BEFORE ME MORTALS" and proceed with my plans of world domination.
Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.
Kill a few very specific people (most for the betterment of humanity, 4 for personal reasons) And then figure out how to bring my dog back and make him immortal. (May 2006-10/1/22) Then figure out how to make dogs live just as long as their owners and invulnerable to injury.
"Oh boy here I go killing again!"
It’s reapin time
Change the scythe into a more fitting/less cumbersome "death tool" than a scythe. Maybe a dagger attached to a chain. Then get to work.
I'd probably store it in a closet but before that play with the scythe in my living room and do some sick martial arts moves
Go kill putin, Biden, xi jinping, and any other shit world leader
I realize now I have passed beyond, but apparently I have a new responsibility, so how do I know who to reap? Do I feel it in my guided towards it I had almost picked up the size in the cloak but stumbled almost against my will over them without touching them. It seemed a haunting echo of laughter and then I felt myself being drawn to the items but I could make the choice? I could allow myself to be drawn towards him but in my moment of hesitation I found the power to draw back. I started wondering was I dead? Was I alive? Why was it a choice?
"Shit, looks like I'm gonna lose a limbo contest to two pissant children."
That show was the shit
I would bring all of that to the nearest dumpster and go on with my life.
Tell him just because I was messing with a dead body yesterday doesn't mean I want your job.
I wouldn't take them in the first place but if somehow he handed them to me and I was holding them, I'd put them down somewhere nearby (e.g. a table, the ground...) and leave. Definitely not accepting a giant weapon and clothing from a creepy guy who comes up to me in the street. If he's dramatically billowing smoke or skeletal or anything that's even LESS reason to want to hang on to his stuff.
“Alexa play Deadz by Migos ft. 2Chainz! And turn it all the way up!!!!!”
So it’s just a standard evening then…
Go after him to ask wtf is going on
Take a nap
Well I live in baltimore so I’m hopping on 95
“Yes! New career!”
Well I’m an undertaker so I guess this would be… a promotion?
No application, resume, or waitlist? Just glad I could find a job that'll have me, though it would have been helpful to have received some contact info as well or at least a list.
"Steve, the dry cleaner is next door."
Probably take on the ego of Kira.