... If this is some kind of heaven or hell, it's already weird. It looks... European? Something like that. He's not sure, and he's still very tired. He lets out a deep breath and jerks in surprise - dead people don't breathe. But they don't stand and look around, either.
"Dung Beetle!" He calls the name sharply, but nothing happens. "Dung Beetle!" ... No answer. No snark. Nothing. He frowns and sits down in a chair, putting his head in his hands. None of this makes sense. None of his life has made sense lately anyway, but he'd been prepared to die. Now... he has no idea what's going on.
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... If this is some kind of heaven or hell, it's already weird. It looks... European? Something like that. He's not sure, and he's still very tired. He lets out a deep breath and jerks in surprise - dead people don't breathe. But they don't stand and look around, either.
"Dung Beetle!" He calls the name sharply, but nothing happens. "Dung Beetle!" ... No answer. No snark. Nothing. He frowns and sits down in a chair, putting his head in his hands. None of this makes sense. None of his life has made sense lately anyway, but he'd been prepared to die. Now... he has no idea what's going on.