Post by Plato on Sept 19, 2016 6:45:27 GMT
Plato Felt darkness overtake him. He had just died, at the hands of walker, that bastard tree. it was not fun for Plato to say the least, but finally the journey was over. He wished he had more time, maybe to change what he had done, perhaps go back in time and fix everything but he was no god of time. Everything that had happened because of him would be remembered, not as a man who wanted to help people but someone who caused massive damage to his home. He had a rough idea of his fate; he was thinking he would spend the rest of his life in a dark void. It was not a fate that he would enjoy in the slightest. What would it be like, he thought to himself. Would there be a heaven and hell, a Dark void of nothingness, would he disappear or maybe he would reborn as a new better person. So many of these thoughts rose through his head before a small light appeared before him. He reached out though his arm could not move, what was he being pulled into, he didn't know was he going to meet his fate, was this light where he was going to disappear forever, become a figment in the back of everyone's mind. He closed his eyes he didn't want to look and face his final death with his eyes open, he was afraid. He slammed into the ground with a light thud before raising his head to see a massive line of the dead that stretched for miles. His jaw dropped before he stood up wiping himself off.
"Why is this line so fudging huge." He said as he didn't feel his feet touching the ground "Huh what the..." He looked down to see he was now sometime of ghost. "Oh...this is the best thing ever.." He said sarcastically, this was probley the worst thing in a long time. Well, long as in how long it took him to reach this place, which was a couple hours. "It is like everyone who dies comes here whoever runs this must hate there job with a passion." He said trying to see the end of the line. He sighed; guess he was going to be in for a very...very long wait. He looked around seeing a sign posted as he walked a sign insisting him, he locking eyes with it, it reading about some form of tournament, “Let see here.” The ghost of Plato floated towards the sign reading the rules. “You’re going to need your body first before you can enter.” An ogre said at the sign ups Plato walking towards the ogre, “Well I’m goanna get that back, so I’ll sign up.” Plato looked at the paper no name really poking out at him, he didn’t know anyone on the list, and well there was one…Articho. His face twisted into one of anger, not at him but walker, of course walker killed him, at least now he could confirm it with himself. That tree needed to be stopped, not saying that he or Arias didn’t deserve to die in some way but, Articho didn’t seem to be some evil man. “Yah sign me up.” Plato said the ogre nodding writing down Plato name as he turned heading down the line “Have a nice trip.” The ogre waved.
*Several long....hours later*
If he had legs he would be dragging himself, this line was massive though whoever was at the front must of been good at his job to get this done so fast. He though he would be waiting for days but it only been a couple hours, though even those short hours were torture. Though he figured out from the other dead what he needed to say, talk about his deeds what he had done, something he loved to do all the time, that probley got him killed too, if had been paying attention when he was blasted maybe he would of been alive, though barley, oh well he can't change the past. His knew what he was going to say to the ogre when he reached the front, it was something he needed to know...how many had died because of his actions....he needed to know cause of every life that was lost because of him, He would take that and complete that many good deeds, that was the only thing he could do to atone. So many people died cause of him he needed to change, if he was goanna be stuck here forever, then might as well make the best of it.
He arrived at the front looking at the massive ogre at the front. "I'll try and make this quick you seem quite busy with so many souls to judge." He said looking into the ogres eyes. "I am Plato, former king of konats, my greatest deed was killing multiple kashvarr, though I guess killing someone is evil..." He already knew where he was going but at least he could see how fucked he was. "My Worst deeds are too hard to count, my actions caused thousands of my people to die, and are now my people protected by a man i know nothing about, I've tried to destroy whole city under my rage and I've been sealed with a monster which only breathing words are to kill so if that counts into my judgement guess I am doomed." He shrugged looking at the ogre. "I've already assumed I’m going to hell and that is fine, but I want to know how many people have died because of my actions....if I’m goanna be stuck here for a long time I might well start fixing myself.." He stopped, why would he need to fix himself, were he going to after hell. "Then again I’ll be stuck here unless I’m brought back as a zombie." he joked, before shutting his mouth to hear his judgement.
"Why is this line so fudging huge." He said as he didn't feel his feet touching the ground "Huh what the..." He looked down to see he was now sometime of ghost. "Oh...this is the best thing ever.." He said sarcastically, this was probley the worst thing in a long time. Well, long as in how long it took him to reach this place, which was a couple hours. "It is like everyone who dies comes here whoever runs this must hate there job with a passion." He said trying to see the end of the line. He sighed; guess he was going to be in for a very...very long wait. He looked around seeing a sign posted as he walked a sign insisting him, he locking eyes with it, it reading about some form of tournament, “Let see here.” The ghost of Plato floated towards the sign reading the rules. “You’re going to need your body first before you can enter.” An ogre said at the sign ups Plato walking towards the ogre, “Well I’m goanna get that back, so I’ll sign up.” Plato looked at the paper no name really poking out at him, he didn’t know anyone on the list, and well there was one…Articho. His face twisted into one of anger, not at him but walker, of course walker killed him, at least now he could confirm it with himself. That tree needed to be stopped, not saying that he or Arias didn’t deserve to die in some way but, Articho didn’t seem to be some evil man. “Yah sign me up.” Plato said the ogre nodding writing down Plato name as he turned heading down the line “Have a nice trip.” The ogre waved.
*Several long....hours later*
If he had legs he would be dragging himself, this line was massive though whoever was at the front must of been good at his job to get this done so fast. He though he would be waiting for days but it only been a couple hours, though even those short hours were torture. Though he figured out from the other dead what he needed to say, talk about his deeds what he had done, something he loved to do all the time, that probley got him killed too, if had been paying attention when he was blasted maybe he would of been alive, though barley, oh well he can't change the past. His knew what he was going to say to the ogre when he reached the front, it was something he needed to know...how many had died because of his actions....he needed to know cause of every life that was lost because of him, He would take that and complete that many good deeds, that was the only thing he could do to atone. So many people died cause of him he needed to change, if he was goanna be stuck here forever, then might as well make the best of it.
He arrived at the front looking at the massive ogre at the front. "I'll try and make this quick you seem quite busy with so many souls to judge." He said looking into the ogres eyes. "I am Plato, former king of konats, my greatest deed was killing multiple kashvarr, though I guess killing someone is evil..." He already knew where he was going but at least he could see how fucked he was. "My Worst deeds are too hard to count, my actions caused thousands of my people to die, and are now my people protected by a man i know nothing about, I've tried to destroy whole city under my rage and I've been sealed with a monster which only breathing words are to kill so if that counts into my judgement guess I am doomed." He shrugged looking at the ogre. "I've already assumed I’m going to hell and that is fine, but I want to know how many people have died because of my actions....if I’m goanna be stuck here for a long time I might well start fixing myself.." He stopped, why would he need to fix himself, were he going to after hell. "Then again I’ll be stuck here unless I’m brought back as a zombie." he joked, before shutting his mouth to hear his judgement.