"Welcome to Limbo." Those words recited like a symphony from hell in my mind. As he said those haunting words, I saw the room better. It was...endless. And the endlessness was just gray with clouds the same color, except the clouds were to my legs. "So this is Limbo." I say.
"Yup, every single thing in this goddamn place as well." he replies.
Well, I can just accept the fact that I'm stuck with an Italian in a brown suit. Then, a bottle of liquor showed up, along with some shot glasses. "Ah, finally. My bottle of Remy I requested showed up."
"You "request" stuff?" I ask.
"Yes, I do. A box comes everyday along with a paper and pen. Write down anything reasonable, and they'll send it." he answers. Hmm. Seems like a corporation or something have set both of us up. Then, I appear outside of a college campus. Trees, grass, concrete, statues, frat houses, and dorms were all around. No students, odd. But, as soon as I was done taking in the scenery, a pistol was pointed at my head. "Please, consider what you're doing." I looked at the culprit. A freshman college boy. Short, blonde hair, and white skin.
Boom.
