Pokey Minch (
ceasetoexist) wrote2010-09-24 12:53 pm
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Because I Couldn' Stop for Death
[Well Pokey has had a busy week. Tripping balls over hallucinogenic gas. Bothering a bunch of people and running through their yards as he tried to get away from his hallucination. Getting beaten to death. Beating to death the drone of the person who beat him to death. Getting droned for beating that person to death.
Needless to say, getting killed and then killing someone in the span of a few days has brought a question to mind.]
Hey. Yeah. I’m curious.
Like I know we don’t die here, not really since we come back…what do you all think happens to us after we really do die? Like, do you believe in a Heaven and Hell and all that jazz, or something else, or nothing at all?
Needless to say, getting killed and then killing someone in the span of a few days has brought a question to mind.]
Hey. Yeah. I’m curious.
Like I know we don’t die here, not really since we come back…what do you all think happens to us after we really do die? Like, do you believe in a Heaven and Hell and all that jazz, or something else, or nothing at all?
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...I'm responsible for the deaths of over a thousand people, all to get back at one person. And I'm pretty sure the bastard got my message loud and clear.
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[He doesn't sound particularly proud though.]
The person it was aimed at is immortal, so like I said, basically this was a message. Wasn't expecting to die myself, though.
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Great plan.
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But whatever. Mission accomplished.
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tch. Whatever. Doesn't matter now, does it.
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I guess it's better than oblivion, but that's debatable.
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