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| A | Morning | 342 Brady Lane |

[Death the Kid wakes up this morning and glances around the room, becoming immediately certain of a few things. One, this is not his house--or his bed, or his pajamas, or anything even remotely resembling his--and two, this room is horrifically asymmetrical

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[Oh look it's a 7ft tall skeleton in a black cloak, carrying a scythe. You should totally ask him something.]

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YES. WE ARE.

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I see.

[Kid nods, mostly processing more than considering another question.]

I would assume you don't have the same duties here as you would have at home, considering I've been told there is no access to any unusual skills you may have possessed previously.

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NO. ALSO....DEATH IS NOT RIGHT HERE.

IF YOU DIE, YOU WILL WAKE UP THE NEXT DAY.

[Not pleased with this.]

I am so sorry for the late reply... -_-

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[What even.]

That makes absolutely no sense.

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NO. IT DOES NOT.

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[Kid takes a moment to contemplate this before sighing.]

People really just come back the next day, as if nothing had happened?

[Really?]

If that's the case, I fail to see the point in the exercise. What rationale would there be for them to bring people back the next day?

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YES.

[He falls silent for a moment.]

BECAUSE THEY DO NOT WANT THEIR TORMENT TO SIMPLY END AT DEATH.

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[He frowns, crossing his arms.]

That makes sense.

In a very twisted way.

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THIS PLACE IS LIKE THAT.

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[Kid glances around, as if he can't quite believe a town with such beautiful architecture to have such malicious intent, and then nods.]

That seems about right.

I believe that I should be going, however. I do appreciate all of the information you have. Thank you.

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YOU'RE WELCOME.