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A figure shimmers and appears in the Nexus. This is not THE Grim Reaper, as one might expect, but rather *A* Grim Reaper, currently dressed in work uniform and not looking very happy. He's muttering something under his breath, none of which sound like very professional language. At length, he clears his throat(?) and begins.
"Okay, you little hoochies, listen up. Our head count for this year's Day of the Dead was short -- AGAIN -- so instead of staying at home drinking a brewsky and watching the game, I gotta work OVERTIME to tell you little mooks off. So! Here's the deal: We can't stop you, we don't WANNA stop you, our schedules are booked overtime enough without running all over the countryside chasing you guys. BUT! You have ALREADY MOVED ON, ergo do NOT get to make like poltergeist or what have you. You are DEAD. And the longer you stay OUT of the land of the dead -- where you're SUPPOSED TO BE, might I add -- the more you're gonna fade out altogether. Oh, you're not GONE gone, of course, but you're gonna have so little capacity to interact with the real world you might as WELL be gone. And, might I add, every day you stay here is another YEAR you get to work off your life debt until you get to move on to your final rest. Dodging the boat AIN'T some 'get outta death free' card. You're only hurting yourself." Pause. "And our books. Damnit. Anyway, it's to your best interest that you come back with ME right now. Not that I give a crap about y'all, but I got my own debts to work off."
He scowls, looking at the greater Nexus. "Are there any questions?"
"Okay, you little hoochies, listen up. Our head count for this year's Day of the Dead was short -- AGAIN -- so instead of staying at home drinking a brewsky and watching the game, I gotta work OVERTIME to tell you little mooks off. So! Here's the deal: We can't stop you, we don't WANNA stop you, our schedules are booked overtime enough without running all over the countryside chasing you guys. BUT! You have ALREADY MOVED ON, ergo do NOT get to make like poltergeist or what have you. You are DEAD. And the longer you stay OUT of the land of the dead -- where you're SUPPOSED TO BE, might I add -- the more you're gonna fade out altogether. Oh, you're not GONE gone, of course, but you're gonna have so little capacity to interact with the real world you might as WELL be gone. And, might I add, every day you stay here is another YEAR you get to work off your life debt until you get to move on to your final rest. Dodging the boat AIN'T some 'get outta death free' card. You're only hurting yourself." Pause. "And our books. Damnit. Anyway, it's to your best interest that you come back with ME right now. Not that I give a crap about y'all, but I got my own debts to work off."
He scowls, looking at the greater Nexus. "Are there any questions?"