Time for Judgement -THE ADMINS ARE JUDGING YOU-

(angela floats in)

"I remember fighting in the great war of the titans twas not how I died but the injurys sustained aided my death !"I accidently blurt out
to a passing spirit

"Angela," the judge called, leaning back in his chair.

I walk to him '' hello sir !''

"Hello... Fields of Asphodel." The judge scratched his ghostly chin, pointing in the direction of the Fields.

''but i forght the titans and you dont know how i died

"How did you die, then?" The judge looked at her, with a bored expression on his face. "You may have fought in the war, but we still had to account the way you die."

''I was fighting somthing i can't remember!'

"Well... Fields of Asphodel still." The judge shuffled the papers on his desk around.

(Nika) My ghostly form floats up to a judge, and I wait for him to call me out.

I leave

"Nika," the judge called, and yawned to himself. He put his papers into piles, waiting for this person to come up.

I float up to the judge. "Yes sir?"

The judge scratched his ghostly beard, looking at his list. Smudged again. "How did you die, then?"

"Stabbed to death sir." I reply, remembering to always use my manners.

"Aah, I see.... Fields of Asphodel, then. Follow the signs." The judge nodded, staring at the line behind Nika.

I float onward to the Fields of Asphodel.

Mason floats in.

I look at the judges, each one dead in the eye. Maybe I'll find her...No. She wouldn't remember me anyway. I wait for my name to be called so I can at least try.

"Mason," a judge called out, yawning. He leaned his head against his hand, pursing his lips as he looked at the list of the dead.

I float up towards a judge and await the sentence. She would be in Elysium. I know it, I just know it! I keep my face blank.

"And how did you die, Mason?" the judge drawled monotonously, making circles in the dust on his desk with his index finger.

I clear my ghostly throat. "I tricked a boy into killing me so I could find my love." I answer sternly. "No one else would do it. And killing myself isn't noble. I died fighting."

"So you did," the judge drawled, lifting his finger away from the dust. Yup, it was dusty. "Fields of Asphodel, then."

"Eh, kay." I say then float out like everything is normal. Hey, I'm dead. I can do stuff like that.

Keenian Strong walks in line. Not again.