< on hold > What would happen if a competition decided wether or not you got to live or...Um...not live? Last Tuesday I woke up in a bloody hospital morgue with Selma Lockwood. We are ghosts. A job was set for all those stuck in the veil, a place between the living and the dead. They where to follow orders and achieve the goals set out for them by the grim reaper. That job was to complete 20 trials and reopen the gates to heaven and hell. The first to do so will be resurrected. We better be those two people who get out.(CC) Attrib. NonComm. NoDerivs