If you guys are anything like me, there's always that moment where you like fantasize about being a character in one your favorite stories. This time you can! It's a mixture of story writing and RP where you get to be one of the characters.
P.S. Don't start reading at the first post you see! You should go to the very begining post and start from there. I hope you have an enjoyable time, even if your not interested in making a character, it's still an decent read.

The first Void

Out on a remote field, Reaper stands before stalk like plants with blue bulbous tips. He examines the foreign flora thoughtfully before finally coming to a decision. “Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained.” Wielding his scythe, he quickly slashes the plant’s stalk, catching it before it can fall to the ground. He chews against the stalk of the plant experimentally before making a small sound of disgust. He then turns the plant over to face the blue bulb and then swiftly shucks the bulb from its neat fitting in the stalk. Holding the blue orb of a fruit, Reaper shrugs indifferently before popping it into his mouth. The fruit melts in his mouth, forming an edible liquid energy. Reaper finds the taste satisfactory and quickly swallows it down. He glances at himself as he feels the buzz of energy produced from the fruit. “Huh…” Reaper begins the task of gathering more of these blue fruit, shucking away the bulbs and then gathering them in a bowl he had premeditatedly brought from the ruins. Suddenly there is the snapping of a stalk, and a squat humanoid figure jumps from the overgrowth. Reaper senses the attack and quickly spins around, holding out the handle of his scythe to deflect the blow. The creature grasps onto Reaper’s weapon, hanging from it with its feet off the ground. Although its form is definitely shaped, the creature's skin seems to be made of shadows. It also wears a strange blue hooded cloak that covers its eyea and hangs down to its feet like a short cape. Reaper wonders how something so small can be so heavy, as he madly tries to swing it off his scythe. Reaper finally manages to succeed by grabbing his scythe with both hands and swiftly slamming the creature against the ground. The creature, however, is not so easily defeated and quickly jumps back to its feet. Reaper tries to cut through the creature by ineptly swinging his scythe like a sword and impaling its blade into the ground. The creature sidesteps the slash and then jumps forward while Reaper is temporarily immobilized. Reaper quickly learns the error of his ways as he feels a circle of sharp teeth dig into his side. The sound of several footsteps begins echoing around Reaper as he notices the subtle movement of the stalks. He begins to flee, clumsily burdened by the creature that has implanted itself into his side, and makes sure to pick up his bowl along the way. Somewhere along his path from the field to the city, the creature had fallen off, but left a gaping wound in Reaper's side.

Metna runs up the stairs of the temple, worried about Angel's well-being. “Angel? Are you there?” Just as she reaches the top of the flight, Angel steps out from the shadow of the doorway, stumbling dizzily and clearly ill. “Metna? I don’t feel too well…” Angel keels forward clutching her stomach. Metna catches angel before she falls down the stairs. “Jeez, look at you. You look like you're going to turn into a zombie.” Metna helps her delirious looking acquaintance down the stairs and lets her rest at the bottom. Before Metna can even contemplate a way to help Angel, Reaper suddenly comes running toward the temple, holding his side with pained grunts. Metna stands up immediately and shouts, “Omigosh!” She points accusingly towards the bloodied gap in Reaper's side. “What the heck happened to you?” Reaper passes Metna dismissively as he walks over to Angel. “It's nothing, just a flesh wound.” Reaper holds out the bowl of fruit towards Angel. “Here, try these.” Angel glances up weakly and immediately straightens up as she sees the bowl. “It's about time!” She grabs the bowl and greedily begins devouring the fruit. “I was starving.” Reaper gives her an amused smirk, before cringing and looking down at his wound. Metna, sighing at the drama over Angel's hunger, turns her attention back towards Reaper. “You should really sit down and rest or something.” She searches about helplessly for something to dress the wound, but Reaper merely shakes his head. “I can't rest, not now.” He straightens out his stance and feigns wellness as he wipes the blood from his hand. “There were a lot other creatures like the one who did this to me. If they had followed me back, and you two were unprotected…” His voice trails off as he looks at Metna sternly. “I'll be fine.” Without giving Metna a chance to argue, Reaper walks away, scythe held securely in his hands.

Discovering the lost city

Metna silently looks out across the horizon as she sits on a rock, pondering. “So, if Heaven is just a giant machine that collects souls, this strange new world must be where souls are really supposed to end up.” She turns back around to look at the ruins. “And this must have been their civilization. But now it's just ruins and ancient remnants, just like the Mayans.” After everything had been explained, Reaper had went off on his own and left Metna and Angel at the temple. Metna decided she wanted to try and learn more about new world she now inhabited. Angel decided to stay behind and examine the temple more closely. Curious of the lifestyle of the old inhabitants, Metna wanders around the ruins until she finds the run down remains of what seems to be a simple house. She steps about the haunted hallways as she mentally calculates all of the things she sees. Chairs, a table, separate rooms now empty of anything but rubble and dust. “They seem to have lived much like anyone that's been alive.” Metna bends over and scatters aside some rubble covering a stone bowl. “A bowl? Does that mean they ate things too?” She considers her current state of being and determines that she is not hungry. “Why would they need to eat? I don’t feel hungry at all.” Metna searches some more before stumbling upon some engravings on the wall. The pattern consists of several grooves that go in many different directions, bending every now and then and often crossing each other. Between the small areas cut off by the grooves are several different shapes with markings Metna assumes is writing. She examines strange picture on the wall again and again before coming to a realization. “Oh, of course! It's a map.” She places her finger on a large shape in the center of the map. “And this, this must be the temple.” Metna swiftly searches the map for another large shape that must be of some importance. Upon finding such an object, she memorizes the path she needs to take to get there and then heads out the door.

Angel stands at the top of the temple, peering inside the entrance. Do I really want to go in there? She thinks to herself of all the things that might happen to her once inside, considering this structure is a lot similar to something she's seen in Heaven. With a sigh of resignation, she ambles inside. Deep within the structure, the only source of light comes from the illumination of the several blue lines that run throughout. Every now and then, she'll come across an area with a loose or missing brick and will attempt to fix it, and every time she thinks she notices the temple get a little bit brighter. Pretty soon, attending to the structure and traveling down its forgotten halls seems to become second nature to her, and she can't help but wonder if this was something people did quite often long ago. After a few minutes of walking in random directions, she finally reaches what looks like an end to the path. The narrow hallway abruptly opens up into a large square room. And within the square room are even more of those strange blue streaks, except this time they seem to have a pattern. All the lines extend from the hallway to surround the room like a net, and the net of lines all meet at one small circular platform in the center of the room. Atop the platform are two metallic rods that extend upward to about the height of a person's abdomen. Angel steps into the room reluctantly, teeming with curiosity. As she walks inside, she can't help but get a strange feeling, like there's a mist in this place that makes it sacred. Angel goes directly towards the center of the room, telling herself it's just paranoia or the spookiness of the temple that makes this place seem different. She gets up on top of the platform and looks back and forth between the rods, uncertain as to what purpose they are supposed to serve. She gingerly pokes at one rod, and then the other, noticing how they seem to reach the perfect height for her to rest her hand on them. Feeling confident, she places both of her hands on the rods, and immediately all the lines in the room flare brilliantly bright and an almost electrical energy flows from the rods and into Angel. Angel, however, feels very detached. She feels as if her conscious has extended over the entire temple like it was just one room, and several people in that room are screaming loudly in her ears. Without speaking a language she understands, or even using words, the voices in Angel's head seem to direct her consciousness away from the temple down the blue streaks of energy. From just the sheer panicky emotion of the noise, Angel feels like the mirrors in the Badigo need to be fixed, but she has no idea what that's even supposed to mean.

Metna finally reaches the structure she was searching for, and marvels at how well maintained it seems to be compared to everything else. “Just like that temple” she muses. Suddenly, and without explanation, several bright blue streaks begin to trace themselves towards the building in their zigzagged pattern. As they encompass the building, the very stone itself that the structure is made of seems to take in a breath of air and Metna can hear a voice in her head murmur “Badigo”. Metna looks around, dumbfounded. “This place is the Badigo?” She walks inside, following the voice of the lines. Although she can only hear it in her head, and has no idea what its saying, the voice in the lines seems very panicked, and every time the blue streaks jerk away in the wrong direction as if led astray, there's a strong sense of confusion. Eventually, Metna finds her way to a medium sized room, completely surrounded in mirrors, or at least the shattered remains of mirrors. As the lines swirl around and around the circular room full of mirrors, their strange electrical energy seems to pulsate down around the frames. Metna gets the distinct feeling, from the voice, that she should try and fix the mirrors. She picks up one of the wicked-looking glass shards of a mirror and carefully places it in position against some of the glass left behind in one of the frames. To her surprise, the blue energy crackles around the shard immediately as it makes contact and is fused with the rest of the glass. After a half an hour or so of persistence and dedication, Metna takes a look around the repaired room with a satisfied smile. “It was like building a house in the middle of a tornado, but at least that, uh, whatever it is, seems to be calm now.” Metna listens closely to the voice of the lines, and notices that it's a lot less chaotic and it actually seems coherent for once. “There, your stupid mirrors are fixed now. If you don't mind, I'd like to return to the state of existence I consider myself now.” Metna blinks with surprise at actually hearing words. Suddenly one of the mirrors she had been looking into changes from her reflection to an image of Angel standing in a dark room with her hands on two metal poles. “Whoa…” The voice and the lines that carried it all gradually fade away as they return from where they came. The mirror turns into nothing but a big murky blur as Metna tries to focus on listening to a voice that isn't there.

First of many

A young woman stands across the street as she watches a house burning to the ground. “Is this some kind of dream?” She takes a look at herself, in slight shock. “I look so ghostly. I can't believe this. I'm actually dead.” She looks closely at her room, where her dead body must now lie, and almost starts laughing as she realizes she can remember almost nothing of her time as one of the living. But then a sudden though comes to her and she asks, turning her back on the house and her old life, “Where do I go now?” As if in answer, Reaper suddenly blinks into reality before her. Reaper quickly surveys his new environment, obviously confused, but then he sees the young woman's spirit and comes to a realization. “Oh, hey.” Reaper clears his throat, trying to adopt a somewhat professional attitude. “I suppose you've realized that you're dead now.” The woman gives a slight nod. “Are you here to reap my immortal soul?” Reaper starts by saying, “I'm here to…” but decides to explain things in a different way. “Well, it's complicated. How about I just show you?” He extends his hand formally to the slightly confused woman, thinking bitterly how similar this occasion is to his first meeting with Angel. Without much hesitation, she takes his hand and then looks up at him, waiting patiently. With a reassuring smile, Reaper closes his eyes and tries to picture the place he had just disappeared from in his head, hoping somehow this will help him return. To his surprise, the image in his head is so detailed it seems just like a photograph. Though, he does not get much time to think before getting that feeling in his stomach again and shimmering away.

Angel takes the last brick-shaped stone and slides it into the ancient structure with a sigh of boredom. Now glancing at it all put together, she notices how similar it looks to one of the machines she saw in Heaven. But the real thing was much larger. And there was a tube thingy where that dome is. Suddenly, the ground begins to shake, and several lines of blue energy go zipping across the ground in zigzags toward the structure. With a small yelp, Angel jumps away from one of the blue streaks. “What the heck did I just do?” Reaper and the nameless woman reappear. He quickly notices the shaking and blue streaks. Reaper glances at Angel accusingly, despite her attempts to remain inconspicuous. “Angel? What's going on?” Angel smiles uncertainly. “I fixed something?” The ground stops shaking for just a second before the entire structure begins to rise out of the ground. As the center piece of the structure, the part the Angel had rebuilt, raises higher and higher, several sections of the brick walkways surrounding it begin to rise along with it at varying lengths, effectively forming stairs. Angel falls off one of the artificial ledges formed by the rising structure, but catches the side with her hands. Reaper wobbles back and forth as the ground beneath him turns into stairs, but regains his balance. The nameless woman, who had been accidently released from Reaper's grip, stumbles down the flight of stairs before tripping over and landing on her face at ground level. With the ground finally still, Angel drops from her ledge and then jumps down from another to get far enough from the building to have a good view. “I think it may be some kind of generator. I've seen them like this in Heaven, though there are a couple of differences.” Feeling forgotten, nameless woman picks herself up from the ground and speaks out, “Wait a second. I'm confused. Why did a temple just rise out of the ground? Why would dead people need generators?” Reaper swiftly steps down the stair to console her. “Well, I said it was a bit complicated.” The woman stares at Reaper blankly. An image of the woman named Angel floating like a real angel and holding out her hand pops up in her head. She turns her attention towards Angel, confused as to why she's hallucinating about her. Then an image of people getting sucked into giant machines pops up in her head. Angel breaks the silence by asking, “So, what do we call you?” The woman snaps out of her hallucinations. “Oh, my name is…”She realizes that she can't remember her own name and jumbles several letters around in her head to come up with something. “Just call me Metna, I guess.” Metna looks back and forth between Reaper and Angel. “So will someone please explain to me in detail what exactly is going on?”

The soul world

“That blinding light again, where am I?" Angel moves her arm away from her eyes as she reappears in what seems to be the grass-filled remains of some ancient civilization. “What is this place?” Now with her halo gone, all of Angel's memories of her time being a soul return to her in an icy chill. Images of the beginning, floating above the scene of her own death before being visit by an angel just like how she used to be. The feelings of apprehension at seeing the giant mechanical fortress named Heaven. How that machine had warped her into an angel and forced her into collecting souls. Angel is speechless as the realization slams into her, leaving her out of breath and on the verge of tears. “I don't understand! What am I supposed to believe anymore?! Is all life just some stupid j…” She freezes entirely as an ominous hooded figure in black robes and carrying a scythe steps into view. She turns around to flee, but the figure grabs her elbow. “Wait.” Angel immediately recognizes the voice. She turns around and point accusingly. “You! You're that guy that pulled that... that thing off of me. And now, you're all dressed like this. Who are you anyway?” The figure lets go and takes a second to glance at himself. “Dressed like…? Whoa. I guess we must have changed when we entered into, whatever this place is.” Angel angrily knocks off the unnamed man’s hood to reveal his face. “It's not enough that everything a lie, but then you have to go and show up like the reaper in front of me.” The man clutches his scythe, aggravation appearing on his face. “Look, for all I know, maybe I am a reaper. I honestly have no clue what's even going on here. Is everyone's death experience like this?” Bluntly Angel responds, “No, Reaper, most the time I just take their souls and go shove them into a machine called Heaven so that they can be used for energy.” Reaper calms considerably before responding, “What?” Angel nods solemnly. “That's right angels are just souls like me who've been forced into feeding souls to Heaven.” Before Reaper can respond, he suddenly clutches his stomach and starts shimmering out of reality. “Wha-what's going on?” Angel glares at him menacingly. “Hey! Where do you think you're going?” With little more than a pop, Reaper completely disappears. Angrily, Angel shouts at the top of her voice. “Yeah, okay. Just leave me here then. I'll just spend the rest of eternity turning over some old stones or something.”

Death is only the begining

A man floats calmly above the scene of a crash. He looks down at the wreck and sees his own dead body hanging out of the car window. “Is that me?” With a strange sense of apathy he looks down at his new ghost-like self. “So I'm really dead.” Directly in the empty space in front of him, a blinding light blooms outward, following the arrival of an angelic figure. With an inviting smile she holds out her hand, and then speaks to him with the voice of pealing bells, “Come with me, it's time to take you home.” He reluctantly stretches out his arm to reach for the angel's hand, but stops. “Home… So you're taking me to what heaven is. Angel, is there a hell?” A slight frown suddenly forms over the woman's lips, but is quickly replaced by her benevolent smile. “The darkness is sometimes too great for souls to be saved. Please just take my hand.” The man withdraws his hand, frowning thoughtfully. “Doesn't anyone bother to try? The darkness is too great so you just leave them to suffer?” The woman looks confused, and a pained expression covers her face a she tries to think. “They.. I.. It's complicated.” With growing impatience she emphatically extends her hand again. “Please, just come with me and everything will be explained. The longer you stay here the more you'll become confused. You must hurry before it's too late to save you.” The man looks down uncertainly. “I don't know. Those people, maybe there’s someway…” The woman bites down on her lip, fighting some internal struggle as she listens to him speak. Suddenly she grabs the man's arms and begins dragging him upward into the sky. The man struggles wildly as he is being pulled up to the sky. “Hey, what's going on? What are you doing?” The woman's fingers wrap more tightly around his arms as she continues forcing him upward to a portal of light in the sky. “I have to take you now. We need to get home. I'm not…” The woman stops cold, her eyes wide, as the man's flailing hand smacks against her halo with a metallic ping. He wrests himself out of her grip and looks back and forth between his hand and her halo, greatly confused. “What the…” Suddenly the man's feet feel very heavy as he starts sinking down back toward the ground. In panicked desperation, he reaches upward and grabs onto the woman’s halo. She suddenly regains focus. “No! Don't pull on that. You're not supposed to remove it. It's…” The woman blinks, even more confused. With a fierce look of determination, the man decides to try and remove the halo. Several painful shocks begin coursing from the metallic ring, but he finally manages to pull it completely away, his ethereal form plunging towards the ground.