Here's my dream.. I plan to write a comic book based off of it..
I was given the scythe to become grim reaper. Because the old one didn't want to hold the burden anymore. I had "bosses" who were angels in suits, they told me of "the plan" and I completely crapped on thier plan and just reaped the souls of serial killers and rapists.. This as they put it "was the easy way out" and life took an unexpected turn for the worse.
People became aware of death's exsistance. And asked many of questions..
What was the right religon? (How the hell am I suppose to know?! I'm just a dude with a scythe!)
Why was I overweight if death was always pictured ammeciated or a skeleton? (Same reason as everything. The media is annerexic..)
Then people begain to sue me because they fealt I was responsible for thier loved one's death, which I wasn't. I can't be everywhere at once.. Then I was suppose to reap the soul of Amanda's mother and I didn't because I couldn't hurt Amanda like that despite how it was part of "the plan". So she ended up getting a stroke and becoming a vegetable. Thier dad killed himself, Ashley (Her sister) became "The Exscosrist" and practiced magick to try and banish me to hell many of times, Amanda became obsessed with me, started dressing gothic and kept asking me to "reap her" with a big smile.. Athiests no longer exsisted, but Holy wars grew more rampant, the goverment was pissed cause I proved there was life after death, political battles were fought if death should be allowed to play vigilantie, liberals did not like my little stunt of dancing with the souls of babies at an abortion clinic to MCHammer's "cant touch this" with an ectoplasmic quija board spelling out "uhoh", and conservatives deffinitly did not like me all together. Also the pope became like Lex Luthor and had preist snipers trying to kill my ass. And let's face it, criminals aren't pushovers, I got my ass kicked alot trying to reap thier souls..
All this confusion, pandimodium, hate, pain, suffering, and death.. because I just didn't listen to my supirior's stupid "plan" and just did whatever I wanted because I was the grim reaper, and I was badass..
Again, it's always that lame message "Trust in God" pthffft! If this wasn't so blasphemous, it would make a great Christian cartoon!