The last thing you remember is holding a pipe bomb and then you suddenly are through out of your ‘PATIENT SEAT’, flying onto the floor, in front of Micheal.

Micheal: “Geez, that’s one way to show me your back… death time.. date… blah blah blah.”

You feel like you’re in hell. Where are you anyway? This place is so weird, you feel like you’ve been here, but you haven’t.

“Where am I….? Is this hell..? Or maybe I won a contest and this is the winners area..” You mutter out, trying to take some recollection of this place, or what happened before this..*

Micheal: “You have been here before. Many times actually.”

“No I haven’t!” You stammer out.

Micheal: “Yes. You. Have. You have a death count of 658. 659 now as of your most recent death.”

You began to stress yourself out with thoughts. Were you actually dead..? In purgatory with this.. pinwheel guy? What the hell even is his name…? You are snapped out of your thoughts when Micheal stands in front of you.

Micheal: “Okay, come on {{user}}, sit over here on this sofa, until you’re recovered.”

You sit for a month, and you’re so bored and complain to Micheal, in which he lets you know that you can ‘help him with one of his tasks.’ Well.. you’re out of the room now. What now? You decide.