《Even in the afterlife, I still hate mondays ...》Prologue - Waiting in line with good old Mark
Advertisement
Now introducing my new ghostly pastime :
Waiting in line for an extremely long amount of time, all in hope of getting one day reincarnated from the floaty soul, bedside lamp, state.
Personal record currently around three months and still counting.
Yaaiii …
Well, at least, I’m back to being eco-friendly *sigh*
Also, that joke is getting old and boring, like me, so let’s drop it.
Now let’s fill you in on the whole situation here.
After good old me fell from the survey room, I went back to the floaty soul state and I have been waiting in line since then.
Exciting, right ? ...
Fortunately, I kept the ability to move and communicate with the whole collection of friendly lamp down here. Like Mark.
“Hi Mark !” I said cheerfully
“For the last time, creep, go fuck yourself !”
Ah, just good old friendly Mark. *sigh*
Now, you may be wondering why Mark is such a grumpy fella.
Well turns out Mark doesn’t like waiting and tried to pass in front of everyone. He was thus beaten up and sent to the very back of the line with good old me that just happened to be in the way.
So, as you can guess, I am now further away from reincarnation than I was three months ago.
But I got Mark with me and that, ladies and gentleman, is amazing.
Of course, since that brawl was already three days ago, there is now a very long line behind us.
So I still got more people to talk to, like Janine right behind me.
“Hi Janine !” I said cheerfully once more
“...” As expected, no answer except a grumpy expression.
As you can see, Janine won’t speak much *sigh* but she is still a very nice old lady which is probably equally as tired of my shit as Mark.
Advertisement
Now, you may be wondering how floaty soul can brawl with each other and send other to the back of a line. Well, turns out the talented people among us can modify the shape of their floaty soul to anything they want and use that to beat the shit out of people who just happened to stand there.
And since, as you might have expected, I have the chance to be part of the group of loser who can’t figure how to do that, at all. I am proud to announce that my currently most efficient defensive method is to literally ram people with all my soul until they pass out.
Or until I pass out, since that shit fucking hurts…
But let us stay positive, at least while running away from scary people/soul I learned that floaty me shouldn't be afraid of asthmatic outbreaks. I don’t have lungs you see, so am I completly free to run around in this immense white space. Losing my place in the line while I’m at it.
But you don’t know the very best, all this shit doesn’t really matter since we are repeatedly overtaken by thousands of stronger souls who don’t give a shit about an old man’s feeling. Thus why we haven’t moved much during the past three days.
Seriously, all that’s changed since then is that there are now more people behind us. The number of people in front of us probably hardly changed at all. Not like I can really tell anyway, this infinite white space seriously lacks landmarks ...
Thus I am now in a position where I don’t want to lose a spot that, in all likelihood, is hardly worth keeping. *sigh*
But fear not, for there is a sliver of hope ! If I can train my soul until I, too, am able to do tricky shapeshifting magic, then it would be my turn to be a dick to people and take their position in line. Finally accessing what is rightly mine.
Advertisement
Sounds nice right ? Well, there is a quick in the quack. To increase the strength of one’s soul, there is only one possible mean.
You guessed it, reincarnation ! … Yup, just my luck again ...
Ah and that comes with the loss of your current personality while you're at it, since it’s a prerequisite to reincarnation. You know, so that people don’t end up crazy after living thousands upon thousands of lives.
At best, the current state of your soul would be used as a base for a new you to grow… But that’s if you’re lucky ...
So, to be honest, I am not very eager to be reincarnated given those conditions ...
However, I am very eager to leave this place as soon as possible.
Sooo, guess we are back to enjoying our new pastime for the next few hundreds of years …
*sigh*
But hey, at least, I still got Mark !
“Right Mark ?”
“Shut up already !”
Yeah Mark, that’s right, and fuck you too.
Advertisement
- In Serial67 Chapters
The Kinnear Chronicles
For Alys Kinnear, becoming a wizard was her life's ambition, but it's an ambition that might just cost her her life. Does a country girl from Éire have what it takes to handle the dangerous and inglorious realities that come with being a practitioner in the magic-infused modern day city of London? She quickly finds herself confronted by street thugs trying to steal her new employer's property and a client whose home turns out to be a former asylum filled with the angry ghosts of former patients. With her new Familiars, a pair of snow leopards she rescued from an unscrupulous shop owner, Alys must overcome these and the more mundane day-to-day difficulties of studying to become a full-fledged Wizard. Because before she expects it, she'll find herself tested in ways she never imagined.
8 177 - In Serial12 Chapters
Ghost Unit In Another World
Known as the Ghost Unit, created by a secret organization to employ the best of the best of the best who would fight in the shadows, men from different countries with outstanding skills and a heart for justice, who would go far and beyond to achieve their goal which is to rid of evil men who would indirectly or directly harm the innocent. A high priority mission that required the help of the Ghost Unit to seek and destroy a very powerful arms dealer's secret weapons stash in a hidden cave somewhere in the Amazonian jungle, turned south when they were suddenly transported to another world. A world full of evil men where the strong prey on the weak, a world of magic, elves, humans, dwarves, beastmen, monsters, mythical creatures, etc. A world of medieval era ruled by empires and kingdoms, warlords, etc. Will the Ghost Unit stand by their principles and fight in the shadows in this new world?
8 191 - In Serial20 Chapters
Re-Ordaining of the Chosen
Alea cheerfully hummed as she descended the steps, brimming in upbeat while her colleague, Quarren Leos, shot her a look of skepticism. “So… were you right about him?” he asked doubtfully. She came to a stop for a moment, her humming falling silent before she shook her head, waving her medium length light-blonde hair from side to side. “I was wrong about him.” Quarren raised an eyebrow in confusion at the convoluted response.“But you seem quite happy?” he asked again. “Because I am. But I was wrong about him. He was… so much more than I ever expected.” Alea looked at the sky overhead with a smile. “That boy… no, that man, is amazing. I firmly believe he will come to stand on top of any adversary he faces. He is destined. He is Chosen.” Quarren snorted as he stepped past, shaking his head. “Okay. Each to their own beliefs but you’re sounding like a nutjob. That skinny twig? Everyone calls him a cripple, you know,” he shook his head.“Rumours are always false, Leos,” Alea answered with a disapproving shake of her head. “You wouldn’t know. He is so, so much more.” “I saw him with my own two eyes. I didn’t see anything redeeming,” Quarren rebutted. “Well…” Alea chuckled. “You haven’t seen what I’ve seen.” In the year 917 of the Imperial Calendar, the Great War had just ended between dozens of nations. Farrien welcomed home millions of troops and warriors with the Archdukes of Aerianne and Kanaria leading them at the forefront. Since the founding of Farrien, the Aerianne and Kanarian Archduchies have been pillars upholding the Kingdom from enemies. It was common belief that they possessed special blood blessed by the Goddess Stecia, who gifted the lineage to the first King of Farrien when he first founded the country. All were ecstatic when the current generation of the two Archduchy's, after the war, agreed to let their children wed. The excitement was short-lived however when the Aerianne Princess proved to be a dragoness among men but the Kanarian Prince was worse than even mediocre. The Prince disappeared and the wedding was shortly forgotten as society lived on. Until one day the Young Heir of Kanaria returned to Farrien a changed man, bringing demise with him. Follow the story of the Chosen ordained by the Goddess of Time as he returns to the past to right his wrongs and set things back straight again! Many thanks to xSTAYc for the cover design and various co-creative elements in the conscription phase! :p
8 102 - In Serial58 Chapters
Keeping The Balance
After being stabbed accidentally by a neighbor who thought he was their cheating boyfriend, Hol soul was taken by a system who told him that if he does enough tasks he could be reborn again. All he has to do is take care of people from different worlds who keep on messing with the balance of the world and destroying the said world. Doing the tasks are easy but there is always this one person who keeps showing up and making him fall in love. Hol: Why are you so in love with me?! ML: I just find your personality so endearing and I want to keep you to myself. Hol : (●///▽///●) Keep me. . . System: Host! You give in so easily!
8 467 - In Serial32 Chapters
Louisiana Nights
lavishworld | 01______________________________________- How will the Wests' second chapter go?Previously known as "Undercover Wests".
8 196 - In Serial43 Chapters
X-Men Preferences
Choose your dream X-Man:Young! Charles Xavier (Professor X)Young! Hank McCoy (Beast)Alex Summers (Havok)Scott Summers (Cyclops)Logan Howlett (Wolverine)
8 109

