055 + How much should I shout, writhe and suffer? Please tell me it's just a bad dream...
You know, I think those Gods have the right idea, bringing people here. Not only is it a fun and entertaining alternative to the original afterlife which royally sucks, by the way; everything is quite clean and I hated it, but it's rather like living a video game.
Yes, Sasori has bought and indulged himself in video games.
Let's get back to the subject.
The next time someone shows up in Purgatory, asking what to do, I'm going to explain the following, like a regular video game.
"Alternate reality stimulating game, similar to Wii, but not to be used in a closed space. Collect artifacts and treasure to build yourself a house on the Lower Level! Then get yourself a job somewhere, anywhere, perhaps carrying mail, or dancing nude, or fighting off monsters! Unfortunately, killing monsters won't get you any money, and you aren't paid on commission for how many nosebleeds you cause at the nude club. Sorry about that. Life goes on."
Now, does that not explain Purgatory in all it's fine points? I mean, really.
And hey, here's a bonus that would sell anyone: we have cake.
Private to Self: Hackable to friends
I knew that was too good to last. Three months; it must be a record. Now I'm right back where I started.
Why the hell am I so damn angry? I've got this stupid bracelet. I haven't taken it off. But I just want to crush something. Preferably those good-for-nothing spoiled brats living in that stupid house, being celebrated just for being alive.
Yes, Sasori has bought and indulged himself in video games.
Let's get back to the subject.
The next time someone shows up in Purgatory, asking what to do, I'm going to explain the following, like a regular video game.
"Alternate reality stimulating game, similar to Wii, but not to be used in a closed space. Collect artifacts and treasure to build yourself a house on the Lower Level! Then get yourself a job somewhere, anywhere, perhaps carrying mail, or dancing nude, or fighting off monsters! Unfortunately, killing monsters won't get you any money, and you aren't paid on commission for how many nosebleeds you cause at the nude club. Sorry about that. Life goes on."
Now, does that not explain Purgatory in all it's fine points? I mean, really.
And hey, here's a bonus that would sell anyone: we have cake.
Private to Self: Hackable to friends
I knew that was too good to last. Three months; it must be a record. Now I'm right back where I started.
Why the hell am I so damn angry? I've got this stupid bracelet. I haven't taken it off. But I just want to crush something. Preferably those good-for-nothing spoiled brats living in that stupid house, being celebrated just for being alive.