From: Andel | #019
Well you can slay me for now...but I have Jesus powers where I just come back and proceed to ascend to heaven. How can you combat such things as this?
Death sighed. It was going to be one of those days. He would never allow anyone to catch him sighing, the act was far too human to be allowed to be seen, but he couldn't help himself today. It was a Sir Chris day, and those days were never good.
Sir Chris, a random human if there ever was one, had one singular contribution to society: He liked to smite things. And smite he did! Chris decided that today he would smite someone else, a person by the name of Andel. That was all well and good, except for the fact that Death actually had to do the clean up.
Death liked his job, he really did. The whole sticking a scythe into someone's back, head, chest, or any other random part on pure whimsy was a good job to have. It was the details that sucked. So when Death stuck his scythe into Andel's back he was just about ready to teleport away when the newly dead man spoke.
"Yo, Death. I got myself some Jesus powers. You can put me back in my body now.
If Death had an eyebrow to quirk, rest assured it would be quirked. He had only met Jesus once a long time ago in a poker game and had gotten cleaned out. He had been forced to volunteer for tsunami duty for thirty centuries to pay off his debt. This guy was no Jesus.
"I am afraid little mortal, that is not how the story goes. I kill you, you stay dead, and eventually you shamble onto the big queue in the sky to be sorted. My business here is done."
"No, it isn't. I challenge you to a duel!"
Death looked up to the sky and, although no one noticed, the sky seemed to flinch under his gaze. He was going to torture the director of Bill and Ted one of these days.
"Very well, challenge accepted."
Andel: What game would you like to challenge Death to?
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