Jul 01, 2010 00:55
[The handwriting is tall, bold and deliberate, slanting to the right a hair.]
They tell me this book lets me speak with others here. I've the distinct feeling either the gods made a grievous error in filing, or Heaven's sense of humour shifted in a more crooked direction when I wasn't looking.
As long as I'm here, I might as well make myself useful. If someone needs a hand, I can offer two. I know how to hold a weapon, a spear for preference; seems I was a guard or soldier before turning up in this place. Finding out the rest ought to be part of the fun.
Better not even start on how strange everything looks. I'll get my bearings. I'd prefer to do that with shoes on, though. Can anyone point me to a proper sandal-maker? I rid myself of those floppy excuses for footwear.
Black, was it? I owe you one for the advice.
For now, the name's Hawk.
-gai (youth),
what in the blue hell,
needs more pointy sticks,
shoes? screw shoes,
weirdest afterlife ever,
making the best of things,
-prince,
-krile (cara),
-apostle