Outside the Afterlife

*appears, lays back and waits for spades*

*begins whistling stairway to heaven*

uncertainHavoc wrote:

((The area immediately outside of Death's Door))

(( Technically everywhere is outside of the afterlife. His door can go anywhere. ))

((Official door, as in the one that opens in the imaginary realm))

uncertainHavoc wrote:

((Official door, as in the one that opens in the imaginary realm))

(( Ah.))

((So this is part of the imaginary realm? :) :D :twisted: ))

OverlordJ wrote:

((So this is part of the imaginary realm? :) :D :twisted: ))

(( I believe it's more of a door way to where the imaginary realm and the afterlife merge.))

((I'm asking because PI is currently in his fort (and thus in the imaginary real) and hasn't found out about Death yet))

(( Oh... I'm guessing that Death would have made an easy way for PI to get in to pick up a few games or something. But yeah. You could come in through here.))

((I guess PI will wander into the afterlife in a moment then ;) ))

((Hm... I feel like I should have some beefy zombie guy guarding the gate. What do you guys think?))

(( Nah, Death doesn't have a problem with people staying out of the afterlife. He has a problem with them staying in. And if someone guards, it has to be the grey hired muscle guy.))

(( Edit: He's called Higgs Bonehead.))

*jim comes racing through the door to the exit of the imaginary realm*

*Eridan follows*

crap wwhere is this

*runs off*

*storms past and shadow ports to where his dead body used to be*

Death picks up his piñata and walks back out.

(( Double post.))
Death takes the cake and places it by a grave site. He lights the candle. He sits down by the grave for a few minutes before getting up and walking away, leaving the cake.

*passes trough the the graveyard*

*suddenly a radio, that was not there before,is not plugged in, and can not be turned off*

*it lets out a burst of static before it settles onto a certain radio station*

*a calm voice rolls out across the room saying A friendly desert community where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful, and mysterious lights pass overhead while we all pretend to sleep. Welcome to Night Vale.


Hello listeners. *

Higgs Bonehead turns to look at the radio. He keeps listening with as much interest as a mindless person can.

*shadows ports*