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Okay, so here is a spot of fanfiction that I'm pretty sure only Talia would understand entirely. I am posting it here anyway, because all y'all may enjoy reading it despite the confusion it may cause.
tis Transmetropolitan meets GrimFandango
So, it finally happened. They shot me. The bastards shot me in the back in the middle of Main street, right in front of everyone. I can't say I really give a shit, though. In fact, I'm glad it's all over. The little cock-biters didn't deserve me on their planet.
But here's the part I don't get. I am shot, I die, I wake up in the afterlife. Okay, I can handle that. And then I am greeted by a fucking travel agent. Just when I think I've gotten out of the big-city bullshit, some little greaseball dipshit tries to sell me an all-expenses-payed travel package aboard some 'luxury train'
Turns out this place is just as selfish and fucked up as the land of the living. The economy is run by a bunch of ruthless gangsters, there are murders and dismemberments every day, people are mugged, raped, tortured, buried alive (so to speak), and scammed out of their very souls, and that's if they're having a good day.
You want to know why the land of the dead is like this? Of course you do, that's why you're reading my fucking article. It's because You let it become this way. You bartered and traded what you could to try to win yourself a better future than you had earned, you made business with the mob, turned your back on your fellow dead.
Oh I know, people are going to tell me it's human nature. People will look out for themselves. They're already dead, it's not like anyone's going to end up in hell, right? Wrong. This is hell. It's hell because you made it this way, you fucked things up for yourselves and every newly dead that comes along. Thanks a lot.
My name is Spider Jerusalem, and I hate it here, too.
tis Transmetropolitan meets GrimFandango
So, it finally happened. They shot me. The bastards shot me in the back in the middle of Main street, right in front of everyone. I can't say I really give a shit, though. In fact, I'm glad it's all over. The little cock-biters didn't deserve me on their planet.
But here's the part I don't get. I am shot, I die, I wake up in the afterlife. Okay, I can handle that. And then I am greeted by a fucking travel agent. Just when I think I've gotten out of the big-city bullshit, some little greaseball dipshit tries to sell me an all-expenses-payed travel package aboard some 'luxury train'
Turns out this place is just as selfish and fucked up as the land of the living. The economy is run by a bunch of ruthless gangsters, there are murders and dismemberments every day, people are mugged, raped, tortured, buried alive (so to speak), and scammed out of their very souls, and that's if they're having a good day.
You want to know why the land of the dead is like this? Of course you do, that's why you're reading my fucking article. It's because You let it become this way. You bartered and traded what you could to try to win yourself a better future than you had earned, you made business with the mob, turned your back on your fellow dead.
Oh I know, people are going to tell me it's human nature. People will look out for themselves. They're already dead, it's not like anyone's going to end up in hell, right? Wrong. This is hell. It's hell because you made it this way, you fucked things up for yourselves and every newly dead that comes along. Thanks a lot.
My name is Spider Jerusalem, and I hate it here, too.