Steve eyed the piece of paper suspiciously. The afterlife huh? He looked at the other patrons in the Tavern, carelessly drinking the night away. Steve wonders if all of them are dead. He glanced back towards the piece of paper thats supposedly his death certificate. Ahh, what a way to go. Steve thought, unimpressed. He could've at least choose a better way to die, like, say a wooden stake pierced through his heart or something. Steve sighed, just when he thought this day couldnt get any better. 

He wonders what the other creatures back home would think of his dead rotting body. No one really liked him there, so they might not really care. He wished his body couldve at least served as food for the worms and flesh eating moth-flies.

Steve took the bog ale from the bartender, and then drank the content in one quick swig. [color=a36209]"I suppose this is where you make us play a game, and whatever happens in the game is how you judge us whether we go into the void or be reincarnated, right?"[/color]