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terryclothStill working on and off on the story I've been working on and off on. I came up with a cheesy method to get the angel back into heaven, with a complication that, on further thought, wouldn't apply, and would actually make things a lot more convenient. Because I got a ratio backwards.
Since 'convenient' is bad, I think I'll have to kill everyone. They *were* praying for a demon to show up, after all...
I've been obsessed with the afterlife lately. Well, that's too strong a word -- I've found my thoughts returning to it whenever I let them wander. It doesn't help that Errant Story linked to Slightly Damned, which is far too cute.
The story I've been writing isn't, technically, about the afterlife, since the immortal angels it focuses on have nothing to do with the poor human saps who live in almost (but not quite) an entirely separate universe. It does have an awful lot of coming-back-after-death in it, though.
I had a daydream where Judgement told me I wasn't good enough to be let into Heaven, but Hell hadn't specifically asked for me, so I could go whereever I wanted.
I bummed around outside Heaven for a while, collecting the cast-off material goods that people could take with them into the afterlife but not into Heaven proper. This thoroughly annoyed the gate-guard, who didn't like that I was implying that my presence was part of the normal setup for the gate, but had to admit that I wasn't technically hurting anyone by tricking them out of the stuff, since it'd just disintegrate as they were converted to pure holy energy anyway.
Eventually, I accumulated a mass of equipment and treasure to make any adventurer jealous, and I asked the ferryman to take me somewhere where I could learn to use the stuff, and otherwise 'get stronger'. Somewhere with magical powers, where I could maybe be reincarnated or something, and where the denizens were 'a lot like me'.
So he took me to Gnarn's realm, to be a nendrai's chew-toy. Sometimes I hate my imagination.
Since 'convenient' is bad, I think I'll have to kill everyone. They *were* praying for a demon to show up, after all...
I've been obsessed with the afterlife lately. Well, that's too strong a word -- I've found my thoughts returning to it whenever I let them wander. It doesn't help that Errant Story linked to Slightly Damned, which is far too cute.
The story I've been writing isn't, technically, about the afterlife, since the immortal angels it focuses on have nothing to do with the poor human saps who live in almost (but not quite) an entirely separate universe. It does have an awful lot of coming-back-after-death in it, though.
I had a daydream where Judgement told me I wasn't good enough to be let into Heaven, but Hell hadn't specifically asked for me, so I could go whereever I wanted.
I bummed around outside Heaven for a while, collecting the cast-off material goods that people could take with them into the afterlife but not into Heaven proper. This thoroughly annoyed the gate-guard, who didn't like that I was implying that my presence was part of the normal setup for the gate, but had to admit that I wasn't technically hurting anyone by tricking them out of the stuff, since it'd just disintegrate as they were converted to pure holy energy anyway.
Eventually, I accumulated a mass of equipment and treasure to make any adventurer jealous, and I asked the ferryman to take me somewhere where I could learn to use the stuff, and otherwise 'get stronger'. Somewhere with magical powers, where I could maybe be reincarnated or something, and where the denizens were 'a lot like me'.
So he took me to Gnarn's realm, to be a nendrai's chew-toy. Sometimes I hate my imagination.
