DEATH: A skeletal figure, clothed in a black robe and armed with a SCYTHE, ogles you disconcertingly.

⑥: 0_0 Die l66ks at Death

⑥: 0_0 Tips his hat and greets him a g66d afterlife

⑥: 0_0 "Pleasant meeting y6u again, Death"

DEATH: He tips his BOWLER HAT SCYTHE in return. He asks if Die has found his fellow green torsos.

⑥: 0_0 Die shakes his head in disapp6intment. He finds himself meeting 6nly tr6lls and humans. He l66ks up at Death and sighs. "Death, h6w many die everyday?"

DEATH: He checks his TOME OF SOULS foe the answer. The number is uncountable, as the afterlife is the home of all souls, from all worlds.

⑥: 0_0 Die thr6ws his hands t6 his face. Even with all the s6uls, the afterlife has 6een very l6nely.

⑥: 0_0 H6w l6ng has it 6een since Die and Death have met?

DEATH: A few hours perhaps. Or was it years?

DEATH: Time isn't really a thing here.

⑥: 0_0 Yes, Die supp6ses s6

⑥: 0_0 Die l66ks furtively at Death, and w6nders if Death is hiding s6mething

⑥: 0_0 6ut Die then shrugs it 6f as himself 6eing suspici6us

DEATH: Oh! Death remembers something. That woman you had asked about, she has arrived. In a fashionable manner too, what a dame.

⑥: 0_0 H6w was she?, Die asks

⑥: 0_0 Did she search as y6u have searched, Die l66ks upward as he asks.

DEATH: It didn't look like it. She said something about leaving the felt, whatever that means.

⑥: 0_0 Die sits and hugs his knees t6 his chest.

⑥: 0_0 he thinks that perhaps they have all left

⑥: 0_0 6ut he inquires a66ut a num6er seven green t6rs6

⑥: 0_0 he asks Death 6n h6w this 6ne has taken t6 the afterlife

DEATH: Seven? Death wonders, is that the boomerang guy?

⑥: 0_0 Yes, Die n6ds, it is indeed the 666merang guy

DEATH: He left quickly, organizing the green torsos around him. Death fears that he is building an army to escape the Afterlife.

⑥: 0_0 Die w6nders why is hasn't met him yet, 6ut hearing this gives him h6pe

⑥: 0_0 "I'll see if I can find my pesky leader then"

⑥: 0_0 Die tips his hat t6 Death 6nce again and 6ids him a pleasant farewell

⑥: 0_0 "It was pleasant, 6ut I must 6e 6ff"

DEATH: Death certainly hopes crowbar never finds that awfully big fellow. He doubts even the the strongest of wind instruments could stop them.

⑥: 0_0 Die laughs at this

⑥: 0_0 and h6pes s6 as well

DEATH: He waves goodbye, and begins the search for ways to reencforce doors.

Death {Problem Sleuth} [DEATH] disconnected.

⑥: 0_0 That 6ne was never the m6st agreea6le fell6w