test drive

[ragetoriches]

[ who knew that the afterlife would be a white-stark waiting room? not just a waiting room, but a string of waiting rooms with two unmarked double doors on either side of the receptionist's desk, left with a green light and right with a red light, both leading to another white-stark waiting room with two more unmarked double doors with a red or green light that lead to more white-stark waiting rooms, ad infinitum. to keep the line moving, reception will say - there are a lot of factors to judge one's soul and thank you for your patience, reception will say. nothing in the rooms themselves but rows of chairs lining the wall for you to sit and wait with every other newly-dead or just-dead or long-dead or forever-dead soul here, some are processed faster than others and maybe this is your first room or your second room or your thirteenth room or your seven thousandth room, it seems there's no rhyme or reason to which door leads to where because the occupants in each room seem just as mixed in every which way as the last room does.

the guy sitting next to you with his hands shoved comfortably in modern jacket pockets and his posture dripping in a languid sort of been-here-so-long-I-slept-in-this-chair attitude speaks up, abruptly breaking the deathly silence. ]

Which one you think you in for, left or right?

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[artificialinelegance]

Hold up, the savannah? Nigga what?