"Is there life after death?"
"Is there a benevolent god or a vengeful one?"
"A god at all?"
These are my last thoughts as I lie breathless on the battlefield. The sword of my opponent was too fast for my spear to parry, and in one fell swoop my insides were torn from my chainmail like a string pulled loose from its knot.
Surely I'll rejoice in the death befalling me, be there an afterlife or purgatory. I fought bravely and with honor.
The light fades from my view; the faint screams of my brethren cull my mind and nothingness overcomes me.
Suddenly I awake.
The man who pierced my side is now by my side. Many familiar faces flood the near distance, standing in a lifeless still frame. A few seconds pass and simultaneously we snap to life. We all begin charging like a gust of winter wind.
Loud yells and warnings of incoming catapults,
A quick tap on the arm from a friendly warrior,
and a lone statement from the samurai viking knight wielding a French sword:
"get more str u fukin fgt"
I am home once more.
