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You stand alone in an infinite space. White blankness for as far as you can see, in every direction, even below. You don't seem to be standing on anything, yet you don't fall. Hell, even if you wanted, it'd be hard to tell if you could move. And so you seem to . . . float, in this infinite nothingness. "Is this it? All there is?"
"No. It aint."
"What? Who said that?"
"He did."
You manage to turn yourself, spin actually, and see two figures before you. Dressed in dark gowns with eyes covered, they stare as if appraising your value.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Jake," the fat one says, "This here's my brother, Elwood. We're the Bluesington Brothers."
"Where are we?"
"Limbo. It's kinda like the train station."
"Why aren't I in heaven? Wait. I'm not going to hell, am I?"
"No, you aint." Jake said.
You give a sigh of relief.
"But you ain't going to heaven, neither."
"What? What do you mean?" You stammer. "Just what the hell is going on? What are you doing here?"
"We're on a mission from God." |