Originally Posted by
Arterra
And so I sit in heaven's lobby, wondering how my hill is going. I hear my name called, and I say wassup to the old lady at the counter. She says not much, but you don't quite fit the criteria to get in, sorry. I say oh well, I'm not quite ready for hell, so I guess ill give life another go.
I appear behind you terminator-style-electric-teleportation-time-travelling-ball-thingy and mug you of your clothes (heaven is surprisingly nudist, or at least lightly clothed. And I liked your clothes) and your Frisbee.
I proceed to excecute project delta-minor in which I kick you all the way to the star that is named Delta minor. And befriend your sentient Frisbee and we become best pals on top of /mine hill.