Who's the prettiest quest author of them all?

Life story, start from the top.

Is he able to lie to us? That'd throw things off....

Did you ever make someone feel happy other than yourself.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO PLAY A GAME?

How you feelin'?

"How would you judge whether someone is worth 'eternal paradise' or 'damnation' sir?"

>>640502
Is there anything you will regret before you go?

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> “How you feelin’?”
The man looks at you with soft eyes- perhaps from exhaustion, perhaps from relief.
“Good. Never better, actually. Am I... dead?”
> “Yeah, son.”
The tired man looks away from you out into the dusk sky. He is quiet for a long time and you don’t interrupt it- this sort of inflection of persona was important to the reaping process, after all.
Eventually, however, he takes a long exhale and asks you another question.
“Are you here to judge me?”
> “Yup.”
“And let me guess- I need to tell you why I shouldn’t been thrown into the depths of hell.”
> “Absolutely, kiddo.”
“Can I lie to you?”
> “You know the answer to that. Would ya like to play a game to pass the time? I know some people like to sit and think about it, first. The being dead thing.”
“Nah, I’m good.”
You smile wide enough that your teeth crunch together with a crackle.
> “How would ya judge whether someone is worth eternal paradise or damnation?”
“I suppose by their moral compass, or what they did for others, I mean I’m sure there’s a stupid judicial system for that sort of thing.”
> “Have you ever done something good that had nothin’ to do with yourself?”
“It depends on perspective. I would say yes, but someone else might disagree with me. You’re asking a man with a real bias on the line, you know.”
> “Righto. Well then.. why don’t you tell me your life story then? Maybe it’ll clear it up for me.”

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He takes a shallow breath.
“Theres not much to know. I had two wonderful parents, a decent house, a good dog and a bunch of friends. I’ve played soccer since I could walk, and I continued to play professionally even through college. I’ve had a few girlfriends, but none ever stuck. I got straight As. I was a good, happy, kid.”
> “Was?”
“... After college I got sick. Couldn’t play ball anymore. I worked as a team manager, but it wasn’t the same.It… It never could be the same. Watching my teammates play the game I liked a lot was really hard. My girlfriend then, Tina, was supportive and would play with me when I could move, but it wasn’t often. She also sucked at it, so that’s that.”
> “How unfortunate.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
He looks away.
> “Aren’t you leaving something out, though?”
“I’d rather not talk about it.”
> “You have to.”
He swallows a lump in his throat and flattens his lips.
“I’ve did some pretty terrible stuff after that time. I think that’s why you’re here, aren’t you? To take me to the underworld, or whatever.”
You lean against your scythe and remain quiet as he holds his breath. The silence seems to unnerve him, because he shuts his eyes so he doesn’t have to look at you.

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“I liked Tina, a lot. She was my rock when I got sick. And when Jo… that guy attacked her, I had to defend her.”
> “I see.”
“He was trying to take advantage of her. I had to protect her… so I…”
> “You?”
“I killed him, with my hands, while he was on top of her.”
> “And then what happened?”
“.. Tina left me. Said she didn’t want to date a murderer. Then my illness got worse. Got bedridden. And now here I am, dead. Happy?”

Salvation this guy.
Based on that the only real knowledge we have on his life and evidence of his actions are what he tells us, we have nothing to disprove what hes telling us.
As for murdering that guy, based on his story, it was in the defense of someone else. Making that act morally justifiable in that it prevented some form of harm/greater harm from happening.

>>640550
Now, now. Don't be too hasty. We still need to ask him some more questions/guilt trip him.
>>640547
"I think I know who you're referring to. I picked him up a while ago."

Did you ever make something, just so that someone else might like it?
Do you believe in any particular afterlife or religion?
What did you do when your dog died?
>>640550
>We have nothing to disprove what he's telling us
I don't think he can lie.

>>640547
"You knew the person who attacked her, didn't you? What was his name? Might ring a few bells for me, I've picked up all kinds in this line of work."

You feel remorse for it. That's a good sign. A life is not a thing to be taken lightly. Believe me, I'd know.

You still took a life, but it was for a cause. Admirable. Do you regret killing him?

"Thou shalt not kill." Modern society does have a law with no exceptions against that sort of thing because if people administered their own 'private justice' like that it would cause blood-feuds and the breakdown of civil order. How did you keep from getting caught?

Who was the guy you killed?
Perhaps when we have met him, we would remember what his side of the story was.

>>640611
The exact line is "thou shalt not murder". He's cool by Judeo-Christian standards.

And did he do anything about Tina? What did he do when his dog died?

" Jo. You know his name. I ake it you knew him? "

*Take, darn it all

>>640547
Could you have defended her without killing the man? How was the murder done?

You know, if Jo is dead, we probably interviewed him too. What do we remember about Jo?

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> “I take it you knew him, then. You look like you feel remorse for it… good. A life is not a thing to be taken lightly. Believe me, I'd know.”
The man looks at you strangely before continuing.
“... his name was Jose. My childhood friend. Tall, kinda muscular, really hairy. When we were kids we would play together all the time, but we drifted apart when we got older. I knew him well.”
> “Why did you drift apart?”
“Jose was a sick dude. It didn’t matter much when we were children, but when I got older I came to understand that he’s not exactly right in the head. He’s got some sort of mental condition- never bothered to learn what. Made a lot of complaints about running away, and stuff. Didn’t stop him from excelling at sports though- he’s always been better then me on the soccer field, and I resented him for that.”
> “Do you think your resentment fueled your drive to kill him?”
The man offers you a crazed laugh.
“Probably! I hated him. He had this sort of… fixation on me. Thought we were best friends. He wanted to be around me all the time, it was annoying. Who would spend their fucking time with a retard like him?!”
He grits his teeth- hard. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t want to speak. You ask him more questions anyway.
> “Can you tell me about that night?”
The man is quiet as he looks you over, expression set, but eventually he gives.

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“... it was a Friday night. Tina, the gang and I all went out for a couple drinks at the usual place. Tina was pretty insistent we invite Jose with us for once, since she knew how much he adored me, and I was pretty desperate for her approval. So I did. I bought him a couple drinks and let him pay the rest himself, and pretty much ignored him the entire night. He was pretty stoked to be around us, I think, because we found him absolutely plastered the next time we took a proper look at him.”
“Drinking to impress me, probably? Who knows, but he was wasted. I had half a mind to leave him there and call up his mom, but Tina wouldn’t have it. She suggested we just walk back over to my apartment and take care of his drunk ass for a bit, and I stupidly agreed with her.”
“So it was just the three of us back at my place, and since he was seemingly passed out on the couch I thought to fool around with Tina for a bit. I might, I did all of that to impress her, why not get my reward? She wasn’t really down with it, though, so I kind of pushed her further. And further. Eventually she kind of.. yelled at me. Told me to stop. So I did- and I went to the kitchen to have a drink. Didn’t come out for a while. Didn’t notice that Jose got up, and I suppose the little fucker was trying to emulate me.”
“He got on top of Tina and tried taking off her clothes, and that’s when she screamed my name to ask for help. I was pretty mad at the time, so I… I went in here, and tugged him back by his dumb ponytail. And when he resisted me I…”

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“I snapped his neck.”
> “And? How did Tina react?”
“She didn’t move. She didn’t move for a long time- so I kind of just left her alone while I put him in one of my hoodies, and dragged him out the door. I saddled him up my car and went to go get her. Told her to get in the car. She did, and I drove.”
> “Drove where?”
“Far out. Drove all the way out of town till I reached the corn fields. It was late at night, so no one saw me digging. I dug him a proper grave and buried him six feet under. Tina was silent and still the whole time, so not a lot happened. Eventually though she did speak, and she asked me to drive her home. So I did- and it wasn’t until the next week she contacted me again. Told me to never talk to her again. Told me she didn’t want to date a you-know-what. She was fairly paranoid about the whole thing.”
> “Interesting. How did you get away with murder, then?”
“Like I said; he was always making grand claims that he was going to run away. I told his parents that he came home with me and then took off into the night, and told them I didn’t know where we went. Tina backed me up as my witness. They treated his case as a missing person’s, and then eventually assumed he committed suicide somewhere from mental instability. His parents held him a sort of sad funeral. No one else knows, or will ever know.”
Tears are spilling from his eyes now, although his expression remains rather stoic.

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> “Jose, I remember, seemed to be a nice enough man. Spoke very highly of you. I don’t believe he felt anything when he passed.”
The man gives you a broken smile. It looks a little crazed, given the context. You don’t exactly blame him.
“Any more questions?”
> “Do you believe in any particular afterlife or religion?”
“Not really. Always did figure I’d go to hell, though.”
> “Did you ever make something, just so that someone else might like it?”
“I used to draw pictures for my cousins. Mostly butterflies and crap for the little girls- they loved it.”
> “What did you do when your dog died?”
“Buried him in the backyard. It was when I was a kid, so I don’t remember what I thought exactly. I don’t see how that’s relevant, though.”
> “You buried him?”
“.. yeah?”
> “Odd.”
“How is burying a dog odd? I know you must be like, older than time itself, but you should know a guy can love a dog like it’s family, too. And my dog Balto was one of the best dogs there ever was.”
> “It’s odd, because you didn’t have a real dog.”

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“What?”
> “Did I stutter, kiddo?”
“No, but I can guarantee you I had a dog. He was a big black one, too. Can’t miss him.”
> “Your grandmother told me you had an imaginary dog. Do you think your memories could be confused?”
“Now you’re bringing my nanna in this? No, I’m sure. I had him for a couple years, he was a damn fine dog as well.”
> “You never had a real dog.”
“What is this, the Matrix? Inception? Fuck it. I absolutely had a dog.”
> “Have you ever heard of a ‘black dog’ in myth?”
“...”
“No. Nope. Next question. Fuck your shit.”

One last one.
Did you do the right thing that night?
If the same night happened again, and you brought him home with you, would you do the same things? Kill him again?
Did you kill him out of a want to protect your girlfriend? Or jealousy over his skill? Or hatered over how he was always following you around? Were yiu just trying to do the right thing, or was this just the oppertunity you were looking for to get rid of someone you didn't like?

>>640859
wait what

imaginary dog???

>>640874
we're the fucking grim reaper, how are you surprised there's something paranormal going on?

>>640857
how would you judge yourself in my proverbial shoes? is what you did deserving of eternal damnation? is literally anything, for that matter? eternity is kind of excessive imo

>>640859
You've told me whether youve ever done anything just to make someone happy without gain for yourself, how about whether you've ever done anything just to hurt someone with no gain for yourself?
Excluding the murder, of course.

>>640859
Tell him that it's in his best interests to answer all your questions... but explain the myth of the black dog to him, since he won't speak it himself.

>>640857
"Do you regret it?"

Would you like to speak to jose now?

>>641280
Can we do this?

If it wasn't a real dog, then what did I bury
?