Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2015 4:29:31 GMT
Gula appeared in the Otherworld, he looked down at his body before all around him. He was waiting in a line, it was taking forever for it to proceed to the building. He wondered what would happen if he just left the line and flew away, but decided against it when one of the blue people with horns said he’d go straight to hell if he tried to do that.
Gula felt great, better than he did when he was still alive but that did not matter. The man called Drake was still out there, still killing people. Gula wishes he did not wear his weights against him, but that’s all in the past and he hoped that Drake would find a new leaf. The line continued to progress slowly to the building. It was boring! Wishing he had something to do, Gula started to clean his katana that wasn’t in his shoulder anymore.
That was strange, he died with it inside his shoulder. He guessed that he simply got here with his body fully restored. Suddenly, the person in front of him turned into a strange cloud like thing. Knowing that he was not going to like what would happen next, Gula stepped forward. His body convulsed painfully, and it slowly transformed from corporeal to incorporeal before condensing into the cloud that he saw the person in front of him turn into.
Now he was bored, and pissed off. He didn’t want to be a cloud, he’d rather go to hell without all the cloud business but he guessed this was one of the rules that governed the afterlife. Eventually, with what felt like an eternity Gula floated before a giant red ogre guy with a giant gavel. Gula looked up at him when he asked how his life was.
“Sir, I’ve done extremely horrible things. I’ve killed hundreds if not thousands of people, I’ve torn them limb from limb, used my sword to cleave through their bodies like butter, I’ve even used my Ki to make them explode. I do not deserve to go to heaven, or anywhere else than hell. Please, Sir send me to hell I deserve it, and hell is the only way I can redeem myself now. Even if I were brainwashed into doing it, the massacre was still my choice.”
These words were the truest that Gula has had ever spoke. He was prepared for the punishment that he deserved, for killing all of those people. This would help him greatly, he wanted redemption. He would go to hell without a fight, but would fight if they send him to heaven. He did not deserve heaven, especially not after all he’s done over his short 15 year life.
Gula felt great, better than he did when he was still alive but that did not matter. The man called Drake was still out there, still killing people. Gula wishes he did not wear his weights against him, but that’s all in the past and he hoped that Drake would find a new leaf. The line continued to progress slowly to the building. It was boring! Wishing he had something to do, Gula started to clean his katana that wasn’t in his shoulder anymore.
That was strange, he died with it inside his shoulder. He guessed that he simply got here with his body fully restored. Suddenly, the person in front of him turned into a strange cloud like thing. Knowing that he was not going to like what would happen next, Gula stepped forward. His body convulsed painfully, and it slowly transformed from corporeal to incorporeal before condensing into the cloud that he saw the person in front of him turn into.
Now he was bored, and pissed off. He didn’t want to be a cloud, he’d rather go to hell without all the cloud business but he guessed this was one of the rules that governed the afterlife. Eventually, with what felt like an eternity Gula floated before a giant red ogre guy with a giant gavel. Gula looked up at him when he asked how his life was.
“Sir, I’ve done extremely horrible things. I’ve killed hundreds if not thousands of people, I’ve torn them limb from limb, used my sword to cleave through their bodies like butter, I’ve even used my Ki to make them explode. I do not deserve to go to heaven, or anywhere else than hell. Please, Sir send me to hell I deserve it, and hell is the only way I can redeem myself now. Even if I were brainwashed into doing it, the massacre was still my choice.”
These words were the truest that Gula has had ever spoke. He was prepared for the punishment that he deserved, for killing all of those people. This would help him greatly, he wanted redemption. He would go to hell without a fight, but would fight if they send him to heaven. He did not deserve heaven, especially not after all he’s done over his short 15 year life.