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Post by Yakone on Nov 22, 2019 11:10:59 GMT -6
His soul ventured straight to the check in station, a wondering spirit and before him was a grand line in front of him. He awaited patiently and upon arriving at his turn, he floated straight ahead at the massive Ogre in front of him.
"Hello Yemma, you probably remember me Yakone. We met once before. You probably have seen my father too, Yangcong. Hehehe looks like I made my bed and now I lay in it huh?"
Yakone's soul waited to be judged. Knowing full well he would be going to hell.
"So Yemma, how's about sending me to Heaven?"
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Post by King Yemma on Nov 22, 2019 12:59:18 GMT -6
Certain souls certainly didn't seem to have a certain amount of respect for King Yemma, which he certainly deserved. The departed who came before him today was among those who lacked respect, by all appearances. He had somehow missed the memo of "state your best and worst deeds" that billions and billions of others were able to properly comprehend. The Ogre King had to roll his eyes as he opened the saiyan's file.
"I see lots of people. And you saiyans all look alike. I don't remember either of-" Wait, his father was Yangcong? Actually Yemma did remember that one. "Oh, yes. Your fool of a father who tried to attack me and had himself sent down to Hell in a snap?" He'd met loads of senile old men in his line of work, but few who were that senile. It only took a few more seconds of reading Yakone's history before he'd made up his mind about the man's fate.
"Seems fate has been rather unkind to you," Yemma said with a knowing smirk. "Or, rather, you've skirted its line one too many times. I do hope you enjoy catching up with your father, though." Yemma slammed his gavel on the desk, and a trapdoor opened beneath Yakone, which he'd find himself falling straight down into.
"HELL!"
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