Grimclaw
Picked Clean
A long time ago, in a time forgotten from everyone who lived and still lives, there was a person. A man or women? None could say now. They lived. They laughed. They are now known as the first to die.
Now, trapped forever in a limbo of a realm, they await and see everyone who passes through. Talking, fighting. Everything.
When someone's life ends, they too end up here. In a world constructed out of the mind, placed and built from what they believe. A heaven? That is what they will create as they awake. A hell? Also constructed in the image of their mind around them.
To the first to die, there is nothing but a meadow of flowers, and the remains of those who pass through. That would be you and the others.
(( OOC Explination in the overview ))
Now, trapped forever in a limbo of a realm, they await and see everyone who passes through. Talking, fighting. Everything.
When someone's life ends, they too end up here. In a world constructed out of the mind, placed and built from what they believe. A heaven? That is what they will create as they awake. A hell? Also constructed in the image of their mind around them.
To the first to die, there is nothing but a meadow of flowers, and the remains of those who pass through. That would be you and the others.
(( OOC Explination in the overview ))
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