Death smiled.
He quite liked the taste of fear in the morning. It was almost as good as sausage and banana-walnut pancakes with globs of maple syrup, which he was currently enjoying in a Kentucky truckstop diner. He threw the waitress a wink, and she scurried back to the kitchen with a terrified expression.
Yes. This was very nice.
ooc: okay so I’m going to disappear for the rest of the day probably. Shoe shopping, doctor’s appointment, dinner, drive back to apartment.
swatting-flies started following you
Well that’s creepy. Go follow Rory. He is immune.
As are you, I think.
I have one set of fingers crossed, the other on a nice bottle of Glenlivet, and Gabe on speed dial.
Relax, Prophet. I’m not here to kill you. I may be Death, but I care little for performing the task myself.
Well that’s creepy. Go follow Rory. He is immune.
As are you, I think.
[OOC: argh so much to go through. Death won’t be around today either probably. Or tomorrow, at least not until late, unless I fall asleep. Why the hell did I join this thing if I was going to be so busy… well, in my defense, I couldn’t really predict everything sucking so much. At least I’m not really a necessary character?]
You are the only true immortal human. Certain other humans come close, but one day they will die. You never will.
I remember the humans crawling like ants over the surface of the planet, and asking God why he would create such boring, petty little things. The angels and the leviathans and the monsters were all so interesting. But that’s God. I’ve always found him rather sentimental.
