A cosmic ripple catches your cloak, causing it to flow deftly around you. The energy within the universe tugs at you deep inside, dispersing in a final display of radiant comfort before the endless black of the heat death. Reality itself has already begun trembling, and you can feel yourself tearing at its seams. You think back to the colosseum to which you had never before been invited, the dwelling of the gods who oversaw this puny existence. The time has come to collect, and this time you won't be needing an invitation. You feel your vision shift as your surroundings change around you, now displaying a marvelously clean white room with ostentatious thrones placed in a painstaking half-circle. Upon each sits a god, and for the first time they appear to feel dread. Your presence immediately casts a shadow upon the room, ending what revelry could have been in progress. Candles dim, white fades to black, and dozens of pairs of divine eyes meet your own. This should be interesting