[He stretches his back to make it more straight.] Politeness goes under appreciated though. I opened a door for a bird the other day and she kicked me in the nads, told me she's a strong independent woman.
But we must obey the Smiling God, and smile as He smiles! *He sounds tired when he says it, though, and his eyelids droop over the solid darkness where his eyes should be.* We must always smile, and work, and help Him build. He builds a glorious future for all the ones who aren't dead, which is why we must be productive! The unproductive do not deserve their future, so StrexCorp confiscates it and gives it to those more deserving.
*His grin becomes a bit wobbly, but he doesn't seem to notice. Instead, he pulls out a mic and starts talking into it.* There's an in--a newcomer in town, Desert Bluffs! He seems remarkably unconcerned about being productive, but because I'm such a caring guy I'm trying to change his mind. Otherwise his mind could get changed some other, less pleasant way.
I don't know! I don't remember my last name anymore . . . I'm just Kevin now. *He grins wider, showing fangs.* There's a Karl Hart who's a lawyer, though, might that be him?
Thanks then... you need to see a dentist mate, those teeth looks really bad. [Heads off as he spots some construction scaffolding He walks on over and throws a glance on his clock. Then a man/creature walks by and he greets him. It turns out to be a certain Karl Hart. They exchange a few words, Mason takes his soul and leaves. Not much longer after the whole scaffold falls down over Karl Hart, crushing him.]
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I'm pretty sure Kevin doesn't particularly care. People die all the time in the Bluffs
Welcome! But don't be silly, everyone says my teeth are perfect.
*He watches this, still smiling inanely, then goes back to reporting.* I think our newcomer may be the angel of death, dear listeners! Although he does seem rather young. But who am I to know when death was invented? Maybe people only started dying yesterday, and our benevolent Smiling God just gave us all false memories to ease us into it!? If so then thank you, Smiling God!
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*His grin becomes a bit wobbly, but he doesn't seem to notice. Instead, he pulls out a mic and starts talking into it.* There's an in--a newcomer in town, Desert Bluffs! He seems remarkably unconcerned about being productive, but because I'm such a caring guy I'm trying to change his mind. Otherwise his mind could get changed some other, less pleasant way.
So, newcomer, what are you doing here?
Mason is undead y'know
And? This is Desert Bluffs, man
What kind of an appointment?
Mason is a Grim Reaper. So yeah he's high on the supernatural scale
WtNV has gods, angels, talking rocks, Lovecraftian things, time travelers, immortals, psychics, etc.
And...? Mason is still a Grim Reaper.
I'm pretty sure Kevin doesn't particularly care. People die all the time in the Bluffs
*He watches this, still smiling inanely, then goes back to reporting.* I think our newcomer may be the angel of death, dear listeners! Although he does seem rather young. But who am I to know when death was invented? Maybe people only started dying yesterday, and our benevolent Smiling God just gave us all false memories to ease us into it!? If so then thank you, Smiling God!
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