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Ongoing, First published Jul 07, 2017
"Where am I?"

A girl with pale pink hair pinned back held a pistol, crouching by a line of bushes, answered, "the afterlife."

My eyes widened, "I can't be dead- this isn't right! I'm not even sure of who I am, how can this be fair!"

"Well, life isn't fair, newb." She replied, a hint of amusement evident in her voice.

Hearing this only encouraged my panic episode, and soon I began to feel my fingers quake violently. 

At this, she managed to add, "you get it? Life isn't fair? Because we're over here just, ya' know... dead? Sigh, that God guy, ya' know, he's a funny one. "
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