Meanwhile, outside the universe...
Its an odd thing, being dead. You have nothing to spend you time doing, and, not being able to die, all you can do is... watch. You can't touch, just watch things. Not to mention, after that, you tend to outlive your universe. For example, I've lived billions of years, and I've seen far too many universes die. It's all surprising, really, how things just... fade. They live on, they exists on, they walk on. And when they die, they are just forgotten to the sands of time, how things created are forgotten. Those who remember forget, and then are forgotten as well.
You're rambling. I hear.
Oi! What else can I do in this abyss.
I don't know? Play a game, or something.
I sigh, knowing that time will keep ticking onword...
/a few million years later\
I walk around a new universe, something I have yet to see. The universe seems empty, like a cup after it's leaked all of it's contents on the floor.
I wonder who's here...
WELL! Why don't you get off your lazy ass and EXPLORE or something.
I don't see why I should.
I don't see why you shouldn't.
I sigh, as I float to what appears to be a mansion, floating over a river, to a guy who appears to be wearing a cowboy hat and weilding flintlock pistols.
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Roland can see a ghost floating ahead of him.