Afterlife: Oblivion #Wattys2024

Prologue

Life is like a game, but it's no fucking Candyland. It's more like God decided to play Monopoly and we're all just pawns in his twisted little game. My eyes have seen some shit, man. I've got stories that'll make your hair stand on end and your stomach churn. 

But I won't share them with you, because misery loves company and I'm too selfish to let anyone else suffer with me. I used to have my own eyes, but life is like a magician, always pulling tricks out of its ass. 

Now I've got the eyes of some poor sucker who didn't make it through this fucked up game. And let me tell you, seeing the world through their eyes is even worse than having my own. They say the point of a game is to find joy and fulfilment. 

But whoever said that clearly hasn't played this game called life. There's no winners here, only survivors trying to make it through each day without completely losing their minds.

I tried to change things for the better, but it was too late for the person whose eyes I now borrow. They were already checked out of this game, leaving me to face the cruelty of reality alone.

And let me tell you, reality is a bitch. I mean, have you ever woken up in limbo, unsure if there's any afterlife waiting for you? And then you remember your grandma had Alzheimer's and you start wondering if she put in a good word for you with one of those gods she believed in before she forgot her own name.

But seriously, what's the point of having a name in this game? 

It doesn't mean shit. 

Just look at me, stuck with the name Jane Doe like some generic character from a murder mystery. Speaking of murder mysteries, let me give you a little backstory on how I became another victim in this sick game. 

It was summer evening when a couple stumbled upon my body at the bottom of a lake. They probably thought they were gonna have a steamy makeout session by the water, but instead found me floating there like a bloated corpse in a horror movie. 

And let me tell you, I didn't look pretty.

But hey, at least my death added some excitement to their love life. I mean, who am I kidding? They're probably cousins or something. This is 2024 and Game of Thrones has made incest mainstream. 

And don't even get me started on the detectives working my case. One was a Hercule Poirot wannabe with a handlebar moustache and another was just one donut away from being mistaken for Augustus Gloop.

But enough about them, let's focus on me and my tragic demise. Before I became just another nameless body in the morgue, I was living my best life. Well, as best as you can in this fucked up game. But then someone decided to play God and end it all for me.

And that's how I ended up with someone else's eyes and the realization that life truly is a fucking circus run by a sadistic clown named Fate. 

Welcome to the show, folks. And good luck trying to survive it.