Post by Somatotrope on Jun 6, 2017 22:53:46 GMT
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The rippling pain and agony rushing throughout his body had eventually faded, but his vision still entirely darkened. His mind in a hazy cloud of horrid feeling, but memories too fuzzy recall anything at all. Even heartfelt memories, who he was, and even the act of thinking started to fade away, leaving him to be a huge ball of nothingness. What could only be described an eternity happened in a short amount of time, as for a short while, Somatotrope had not existed.
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"HEY, LINE CUTTER, STOP HOLDING US UP! WE DON'T WANNA WAIT EVEN LONGER CAUSE OF YOU!"
Consciousness rattled throughout his mind as he found himself in the middle of an odd place. Along a road of above golden clouds, with no end in sight. And in front, and behind him, a long array of fluffy beings as far as the eye could see. Every so often, he could see a couple fluffy beings appear out of nowhere to integrate themselves in the line, either in front or behind him, more so the latter. And it was only that he tried to look below him did he find the truth, as he found his legs and feet were gone. Safe to assume he became one of these fluffy beings.
..... Why did he assume he had legs in the first place?
All at once his memories flooded him, reminding of his entire life with Daria, integrating into the Arcosian Empire and making buddies with many people, gained the respect of someone who was galactic renown for being a conqueror... Then the events that took place on Yardrat. His own oversized spirit flared up in strength as he tried to move, to go back to where he once was, but some mystic force prevented him from doing so, forcing him to stay on the snake road.
Apparently his commotion garnered the attention of a skinny blue ogre wearing a suit, speeding along on his moped beside the snake road and stopping beside Soma's spirit. Speaking up, he warned him with the most disinterested, most monotone voice he could muster, "Hey, new guy. Welcome to the afterlife, you're dead, yada yada yada. You're waiting in line to get judgement passed down upon you, please do not cut in line, please do not start any fights, please don't be a dumbass, please stay in single file, and please don't ask me any questions."
The very bored ogre sped off to the next spirit so he could give them the same exact spiel, leaving a shell shocked Soma Spirit to stand and move up in the line every minute or so. His spiritual heart had shattered as he could in fact remember the hole in his chest, most of his hearts damaged and how he... Died. He had no idea what happened afterward, and will probably not be able to learn at all. This was another realm of existence, with the barriers of life and death separating them. He could only hope that his friends made it out okay.
Much time had passed, at least that's what it felt like as there was no day or night cycle, just a constant shade of pinkish-violet tinting the sky over the horizon of piss-gold clouds. He couldn't tell if hours or days had passed with how unchanging the environment was, the only indicator of time being the slow progress of the line both filling and emptying as new people died and people were getting their judgement. Eventually a building came into view, that Soma and others simply floated towards little by little, inching their way there.
And just as Somatotrope was the next person in line, some lucky dastard had gone and died, fitting himself in front of Soma because of some kind of ungodly luck. Though a little infuriating, it left Soma more time to try and get over his guilt... But still not being able to do so since it was the only thing he could think of. Finally being corralled in by another more lively ogre, he was instructed by this clerk of sorts to state his best and worst deeds while being alive.
Floating on into the room, a sight was to be had as he bore witness to this massive person sitting at an equally giant desk. If he had a jaw to drop, Soma's would have shot straight through the ground. Heck, he could barely even recognize this as reality as he was more than influenced by Daria's way of thinking. Finding out that there was an afterlife was quite the thing, but it now lay before him to not screw up before this monumental judge.
"Erm," The fluffy lavender spirit cloud spoke, stammering a little as he tried to remember the deeds he had done over the past half year, "Well, it is a pleasure to meet you Mr. God, is it? Well, my name is Somatotrope, and I'm half a year old. Seeing as how you're passing down judgement, I'll tell you my best and worst deeds."
"The worst I have done was instigate harsh words against a saiyan, to the point of him trying to kill me when it all could have been avoided if I controlled myself. Another horrid thing I've done, well I don't think it's bad but in some people's eyes it could be, is that I destroyed an abandoned building that belonged to a traitor to the Empire that I worked for... The Arcosian Empire."
Pausing a little bit as he tried taking a breath, momentarily forgetting that he was dead and didn't need to, he continued directly, "The best I have done were to protect a big group of citizens of Arcose from the crash landing of that saiyan I berated, yes the very same one. If I had not hopped in to protect them, they could have very well been crushed under a pile of flaming space metal. Another pure heart deed I did was in my attempt to protect the citizens of Yardrats to get subjugated by the Saiyan Solar Empire, even standing up to someone monumentally stronger than myself to do so... Though, I figure that me failing would make that a sin, since I couldn't save anyone."
He stopped talking as the puff ball looked up at King Yenma, wondering what God was going to say about his judgement.