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You are seated in what looks like a huge waiting room of some kind, along with about a dozen and a half others. No one talks. There are no magazines to read, no tv's to watch, and no conversations to listen in on. There's a rather fragile-looking woman at the deak at the front of the room. She looks as if she has been sitting there for decades and could use a little dusting. You walk up to her and ask her what you are doing here.
"Just sit down until your name is called", she replies with a hoarse english accent.
So, you worredly sit back down. The chairs are very small and uncomfortable. As you sit, you wonder what this place is adn how the others got here. On your left is a sorry-looking fellow with only one eye. His clothes are tarnished adn he doesn't posess a very pleasing scent. In your right, is another man, only he doesn't have any eyes. In fact, his entire head is missing! Now that your attention is won, you notice that everybody in here looks ...well, dead! Neddless to say, you become uncomfortable and very nervous.
As you sit impatiently hoping that your name gets called soon, you take a look around a bit. There's a small, wooden sign above the door you entered through and it reads, "The Doomsday Institution". Well, you think, that doesn't sound too satisfying. As you continue to scan the area you notice that there are no pictures on the walls, no color anywhere, let alone signs of life at all, and... the door! It's ajar! Someone must have left it open when they came in. This is your chance to get away from this morbid place and go home! Then again, do you really want to leave this place without knowing what this is all about? Aren't you the least bit curious to find out what happens when your name gets called?
Created By: Kimberly Bouchard
Created: 03/10/2007
Story Arc: Where Do We Go When We Die?
Page Number: 290
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