<<if $misdeed>>//How silently flagitious of you. How cold.//\n\nYour past shines less brightly with every word he says. \n\n<<else>>//Of course you can't always be good.//\n\nHis tone sets your mind racing to find a moment of misdeed he might find worthy of punishment.<<endif>> \n\n//Finally, Let us turn to a more visceral moment in your past. That evening it was just you and him alone in that subway station. His seizing did not catch your eye until it had rocked him onto the iron tracks. The scream of the approaching train filled your ears and time slowed to a pace you would never again experience. Leaning over the edge of the platform, \n\n[[you wimpered, "I'm sorry," inaudible over the sound of the train. Turning away, your hands covered your ears but could not protect your mind from the sound of what happened next. At that moment you prayed the cameras could not glimpse your soul.|So?][$karma -= 3; $misdeed = true]]\n\n[[you dove on him. Rolling to the meniscus of the track, your fear was drowned by the frantic horn of the conductor and the screech of metal.|So?][$karma += 3; $misdeed = false]]\n//
<<playbgm Jij_r6Mg8iE>>\nIn atavistic fear your eyes blacken as Death approaches all floating in dark. He speaks not through air but directly into your mind. He speaks with jigsawed pieces of skull.\n\n//Let us look at you now.\n\nUneasy about the end of our existence are we? \nCalm. There will be more, but not the kind we have gotten intimate with.\n\nLet us recall your [[deeds|Deeds]], shall we?//
At last understanding the joke, you laugh to recall Death's parting words...\n\n\n//Good luck.//
//So where does your soul belong?//\n\n<<if $karma <= 0>>//You certainly have been wicked. I regret to inform you that your soul belongs to the heavens now.// <<playbgm u8eBNtFpJVU>>\n\nYou are drawn up by a pillar of light and enter [[the clouds|Heaven][$from_death = true]].\n\n<<else>>//Your nature is commendable, and for that I send you to the deep.// <<playbgm wyA1ftYvut4>>\n\nThe ground gives way to your now tangible mass and you descend into [[the pit|Hell][$from_death = true]].<<endif>>\n\n//Good luck.//
The ego death always hits as Death first speaks. \n\n//How about when your mom grounded you on unfounded claims? Lets see... //\n\nReluctant to accept your situation, you try to rationalize the character of the place you now occupy. To no avail. \n\n//Ah yes, \n\n[[You yelled with intent to hurt her. You screamed, "I hate you!" And it worked.|Q2][$karma = -1; $misdeed = true]]\n\n[[You recognized that she wanted only to protect you. Her misinformation was not malice.|Q2][$karma = 1; $misdeed = false]]\n//
Enraged and confused by Death's decision, you are thrust into shackles. The years go by with a pick in your hand and rocks to break.\n\nThe pick too small and the rocks too big becomes less of a problem and more of a challenge. You can feel the muscles in your back and arms begin to stretch your skin. The lashings lose their sting as your mind becomes accustomed to the pain, like eyes to the dark. You begin to feel a strange euphoria in front of the stones. You finally have a purpose.\n\nYou think back to your time on earth. Nights on street corners and days in rooms. Working harder than necessary for fulfillment, which you only realize now was a carrot on the end of a stick. An illusion created by your terrestrial biology to keep you in genetic circulation. \n\nBut not in front of the rock. The crumbling pieces of stone affirm your progress. Instant gratification. A game you know all the variables of rests in your hand and at your feet. As you begin to grow, so do the rocks you can destroy. You look up at the red and black landscape and find a mountain in your crosshair and whisper, [["you're next."|end]]\n
You [[accidentally|Death]]. \n
<<if $misdeed>>//Such a cruel thing to say, don't you think?//\n\nYou wince to remember the moment Death describes, yet he continues.\n\n<<else>>//Your history has certainly seen kind moments. But how saturated in wickedness?//\n\nFeeling better about your interaction with the darkness, you remember to blink.<<endif>>\n\n//Let us recall the moment when your friend ruined your relationship by showing your significant other that there were better options out there. An organic falling out. Just nature's remark on the quality of fish in the sea, \n\n[[and yet you pushed your friend away without the slightest remark as to why. After twenty-three voicemails, the calls stopped altogether.|Q3][$karma -= 2; $misdeed = true]]\n\n[[and after accepting this, you choked down your frustration and sadness. The only way up was inside.|Q3][$karma += 2; $misdeed = false]]\n//\n\n
At first confused by Death's decision, you spend your years in heaven. But as the years become decades and the fruit turns to ash in your mouth, you slowly make some realizations...\n\nHeaven is a perfect friend. \nHe makes you laugh chicken tears and refills the pitchers when they run dry. Offering to carry your backpack, he asks again about your lake house and reminds you that the party will be wildly fun-so moistened with depravity. And it is. But once the party is over the phone stops ringing Marvin Gaye. And after leaving twenty-three voicemails you begin to see that you weren't the Christ figure you were once described to be, but simply the guy with the lake house.\n\nHeaven is the Hobbit directed by Peter Jackson. \nLord of the Rings changed the shape of your face. You can read the script off your double helix. You were so excited for Martin Freeman and Benedict Cumberbatch. But they replaced the costumes with CGI to make it more realistic. They crafted the story from images of the past, striving for another success they seemed not to understand nor rightfully deserve. The disappointment of the century. \n\nHeaven is nostalgia. \nThat warm blanket. That couch you once occupied and laughed for hours about Jenga. Your abs were never stronger than they were that day. And everyone agrees that the past was beautiful and exciting. But after enough time in the past you begin to remember the broken hearts and ice cream stains. The memories that would have snapped you from the cycle become apparent. And in this moment, and each after, you realize you should have been living your life. \n\nHeaven is an empty room. \nHeaven is an eternity of your favorite song. \nHeaven is an after party to the after party. \n\nAfter enough time you begin to realize:\n[[Heaven is fire and brimstone.|end]]\n
A Hell of Heaven
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Spencer Hawley
<<if $misdeed>>//I saw you that night when I met with the man on the tracks. He looked confused, as though he went directly from standing on the platform to standing in front of me.//\n\n<<else>>//I recall feeling robbed that night of a death I very much desired to acquire. Anyway, bravo on your performance that night. A true show of heroism.//<<endif>>\n\n//And now we must press on. The facts are in. The judge is out. The jury is dead. And I am the [[executioner|Up?]]. //