[ WP ] At a certain age , everyone is assigned their dream job and given to tools to perform it . You 've been given a scythe and a cloak .

I always wanted to be a landscaper. Changing the quality of life for someone by creating a meditative area for them. For some reason though, a Scythe was given to me. Granted it was what they used before technology but... Anything else would have done. PLUS, its too damned hot here to even wear this black cloak. 
 
 As I sit in the office of the Department of Labor, I notice a man frowning as he his cart contains a bunch of things to garden with. 
 
 `` You want to be a landscaper too?'' I asked him. 
 
 `` No, I wanted to be a Death bringer but, somehow these tools are what are going to help me accomplish this.'' he says in a unsure voice.
