• I wasn't unconsious, I was dead. And, I was chosen to be a 'Reaper' whatever the heck that means. I'm kinda going through the tutorial now. This wierd faceless guy in a black cloak is talking to me about a job I have to do. If I choose to not do it, I'll go to hell. Bummer.
    "All you have to do is lunge your weapon into their heart. Simple." He said in his scratchy, scary voice. He continiued, "You can't grow old, and you can't be harmed by mortals." I just had to ask, "Can I harm them?" He looked up at me and I noticed he had a bright, red eye. He had that look in his eye like I was crazy. He did answer my question though, with, "Well, yes, I believe. Why do you ask?" He looked curious. I looked Malevolent. "Nevermind, please don't feel the need to answer that question. What you do with these powers is of no concern to me." He shot off quickly. I noticed the 'powers' part most in that. I had to know what he was talking about. "wait, what powers? I won't get old and I collect souls, but what other powers will I possess?" I was eager. This just might be really fun. He wasn't dishonest, and happily answered "I don't know what powers you'll get. Each Reaper has different powers. You'll need these powers to fend off demons and other unearthly things." Wow. I guess there have been others. And I can be killed by creatures I don't even believe in. And I have powers nobody knows I have. This is probably going to be fun.