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[bread_goes_bip]

[In the end, there wasn't anything Death could do about this event. But there's something she can do now, so she picks up the phone.]

Hi everyone, it's Death. If you need someone to talk to... I'm really good at listening.

Comments

[shoeofbaileys]

I'M OLD GREGG!!

Whatchu' all wanna talk about, hmm?

[bread_goes_bip]

Oh, hello Old Gregg. I thought people might want to talk about everything that happened the past few days.

[shoeofbaileys]

Yeah? Well they better not. All need to stop talkin' bout it, it some boring bullshit.

[bread_goes_bip]

People tend to find this sort of event upsetting.

[strike_you_out]

Edward's gone.

[bread_goes_bip]

What do you mean... gone?

[strike_you_out]

...

He was tied up in the basement and now he's nowhere.

[bread_goes_bip]

Do you think the town did something?

...

Why was he tied up in the basement?

[doudemoe]

Hey there.

[bread_goes_bip]

Hi. What's on your mind?

[doudemoe]

Hmm. A lot.

[aka Hi, how do I speak my mind?]

[bread_goes_bip]

About what the town did this week?

Re: [Phone]

[bread_goes_bip]

No, Death is what I am.

[nothing_is_grey]

Death?

[bread_goes_bip]

Yes. I'm an anthropomorphic personification.

[nothing_is_grey]

Interesting, I don't think I've ever met the personification of death before. What a unique opportunity.

[bread_goes_bip]

There are actually two of us here. But any new person is always a unique opportunity!