[ WP ] You 've died and you 've woken up in a room when you see a table with a strange coin on it , a man emerges from the shadows and says `` one side is hell the other is heaven , flip the coin and hope for the best , or go to hell for 1 million years to guarantee yourself a spot in heaven afterwards ''

You awaken abruptly. Eyes still sore from lack of sleep the other night. You look around finding yourself in front of a hickory-brown table with a single coin illuminated by the shaky light. Ahead of you is a door with a translucent window lit as well. A silhouette of a man with an old top hat appears for a brief moment. The adrenaline hits you as you get up and look for an exit. To your left you can make out a clock on the wall. It shows neither numerals, or hands yet it continues to tick. Tick, tock, tick tock. Its almost hypnotic, as if nothing else matters. The sounds of creaky steps as the footsteps approach the room allows you to regain your composure and you step back to dark areas of the room to avoid the direct light. He enters, a rather weak man, no taller than 5 ’ 9. The sound of his tired joints snap as he sits down. He removes his top hat and speaks in a rugged voice; “ theres no point hiding ”. As he picks up the silver coin. “ Its either up or down, I thought I ’ d let you decide your fate ”. You think for a moment and take a step forward and slowly sit glaring at the fragile man. “ fate ”, he pauses, “ is quite an interesting concept ” another pause, “ no matter what you do, it always seems to catch up with you ”. You look at him confused and ask “ why am I here? ”. He continues to stare at the coin, “ It doesn ’ t change the fact you are here ” he replies. “ How do I leave? ” I ask impatiently. “ with this ” he holds up the coin towards the light and grins. “ You see, its rather simple. If this lands heads, you ’ ll meet the big man up there. Hitting a tail will land you with the devil. ” You stare at him, and he stares right back. A few moments pass as you process this. He stares down with an unimpressed look and switches his gaze towards the blank clock. A short flicker grabs your attention as you look up. “ Whats happening? ” you ask glancing back at him. “ chaos ” he pauses, “ the longer you wait, the more it takes over ” another pause, “ I suggest you flip soon ”. “ What happens if I choose not to ” I ask. “ Well, you ’ ll go to hell and remain there for 1 million years and then proceed to Heaven ” The old man slides the coin to me. “ an opportunity to break fate ’ s grasp ” he pauses “ I wouldn ’ t waste it kid ”. The light outside the room flickering off begins to generate panic. I fiddle the coin nervously, pressing hard on the imprint of both sides of the coin. Contemplating each decision, outcome and probability, my heart rate quickens as I nervously pick up the coin. I glance at him and he stares back, frozen. I step back from my chair in dread. With the lightbulb flickering rapidly, I position myself a step away from the table and flick. The coin falls in an arch on the table in front of the motionless old man and rolls towards his top hat standing straight up. The flickering momentarily stops as you stare in disbelief. The bulb shatters suddenly on table and you look around unable to make out anything. You close your eyes and sit back down listening to the clock. Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick.. 
 
 Edit: I apologize for the grammar, this is really rough and I did not take the time to proof read. Enjoy though
