ZooStuck

Originally posted on MSPA by Dragon Fogel.

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> You ate everything.
> They sent you to heaven.

Dang, WHERE is all the way in the next galaxy over!

You shudder at remembering doing WHAT. WHAT a boring job that was.

You were Evil Batman, and you went to Antihero Hell.

Ah, yes, the memories are flowing back. WHAT. Your day job. It still fills you with distaste. That's probably what drew you to your second identity, the brutal vigilante known as Evil Batman. And also probably what drove you to eat pretty much everything in sight before you were shot down.

It was a pretty embarrassing way to end your first night as a brutal vigilante, honestly. The worst part wasn't even getting shot, it was knowing that Dark Vader got away from you.

In any case, Tooth Court passed judgement on you, even though you weren't yet either a dentist or a lawyer, and you were sent to WHERE, a distant afterlife over in the next galaxy. It was known in your business - your one night vigilante business, that is, not your WHAT business - as "Antihero Hell". The place was filled with fluffy clouds and cherubs and there weren't any guns, not even a single bullet. You couldn't even find so much as a drop of blood anywhere around.

And the harps. The horrible, soothing, beautiful, unbearable music of the harps. No wonder you repressed your memory of the afterlife, it was such an awful experience.

Well, now you've got to make your case that Oregon is the right afterlife for you. What's the plan?