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[crooked-crosses.livejournal.com]

Great. First thing I wake up to is some creepy lookin' twins on some lab table, a lady sayin' I'm in some kinda machine, and now I'm... Well, that's just it, I dunno where the Hell I am, but I'm pretty damn sure I'm not where I'm supposed to be. Someone must've had that whole Heaven or Hell thing wrong, 'cause this sure ain't either of them. Can't a dead guy get a little goddamn rest 'round here?

[lengthy pause as he searches his pockets for cigarettes, but alas, no such luck]

...And I'm outta smokes. Any more surprises for me?

[ooc; Sorry I didn't get this up last night, guys! I think I've got some kind of bug. :\]

Comments

[bloodyroadking.livejournal.com]

Lab table? That one's new.

[crooked-crosses.livejournal.com]

What can I say? I like bein' original.

[bloodyroadking.livejournal.com]

You look very alive to be dead.

[crooked-crosses.livejournal.com]

Must be from the help of those twins.

...The rest of you guys're alive, I'm guessin'?

[bloodyroadking.livejournal.com]

Aliens and dead people. Maybe I really did train too hard.

Alive and kicking.

[crooked-crosses.livejournal.com]

Hey, I ain't completely dead! ...Not anymore, at least.

Guess this rules out this bein' the afterlife. Where the hell is this place, anyway?

[bloodyroadking.livejournal.com]

Can you think of any reason why they'd bring you back from the dead?

It's called the astral plane and no, there's no switch for all the lights, that's all I know.

[crooked-crosses.livejournal.com]

Other than to rub my shitty luck in my face? Nope, don't gotta clue.

...Great. The hell gives them the right to be so damn vague.