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[gr8muppetyodin]

Okay, so, I just have to check something. Like, really check it. Because if this is real then hey -- totally on board and yay retirement! If not, someone just needs to burst my bubble now.

Is there really no graveyard? I don't want to know for morbid reasons. Totally professional ones. But, like, there isn't, right?

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[gr8muppetyodin]

There's no guarantee that's what heaven is like. I mean, I'm not exactly keen on gaining some wings and a harp either.

[ She takes a beat as she re-reads the hell thing. Making sure it's a joke this time. ]

Nothing says fun like a red hot poker in uncomfortable places.

Well, mine's kinda complicated in the age department too. She used to be a super old magical ball of light... now she's just a kid, so younger? These monks gave her to me... Gave me the memories too. It's messed up, but she's family now.

Does that make you sad?

[depressiveoptimist]

There is no guarantee that it even exists really--any of it. I mean...before I rose, there wasn't anything. Just...nothingness. Don't think that's a good sign.

[Not that he's trying to bring things down, but.]

Some people find that fun--not me, though. Just putting that out there.

...wait your sister-she's not your real sister? I mean, biological?

It's...yeah. It does. Only because she's had to deal with a lot without me, while I was not myself. Things that I should have been there to help her with.