Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-35836714-20180812121305/@comment-27950421-20180911002431


 * 1 month and 6 days after the initial event.

Once again I find myself answering the door. This time however I find something other than a mamono.

[https://afinde-production.s3.amazonaws.com/uploads/49f699f6-c052-4807-998c-7767712721db.jpg An ominous figure in a black cloak. His face hidden in shadows, the only parts of his body visible being his skeletal hands, clutching an enormous scythe. A deathly cold wind gently whirling around him.]

The figure looks down at me, "Rep Teel Rex?"

I take a step back, "Uh... yeah?"

The figure reaches out with a bony hand, "Your time has come, we must go."

I look at him in confusion, "My time has come? What do you mean my time has come?"

The figure lowers his head, "You are dead. It is time for you to depart from this world."

I gasp, "Dead! How? When?"

The figure sighs, "Three hours ago. A combination of food poisoning and salmonella from stale bacon and undercooked eggs causing a gastric chain reaction within your body. Be glad it killed you instantly, it would have been an agonizing death otherwise."

Before I can reply a loud war horn can be heard.

The apparent Grim Reaper is tackled and dragged by the Dark Valkerie, now dressed in her full battle regalia, "FOREWARD MY SLUT BATTLION! NONE SHALL CLAIM THE MASTER OR HIS ENORMOUS SCHLONG BUT HIS NOBLE HAREM!"

They are soon followed by the flock of Dark Angels, like wise dressed for war. As they pass a loud war cry can be heard, "COLES VULT!!!"

I blink a few times before slowly closing the door as I try to ignore the high impact sexual violence that the fallen angels are giving to death itself.

I turn and start walking to my room as I pass my father I look to him, "I'm gonna start writing out my last will and testament if you don't mind..."