[ WP ] Your name is Death . You work 168 hours a week as the reaper of souls on planet Earth . You 're living on just a couple bucks above minimum wage , you like to travel , you have a crush on the reaper on planet Xenor and you secretly take 4 sugars in your coffee . Today is your first ever day off .

`` Day off? You're serious? `` 
 
 Contrary to his usual cold, expressionless face, life sparked within face of Death. He thought he was in trouble when God call him over 
 
 `` Well since my children just finished nuking themselves to near extinction, there're not much work for the next shift. So yeah, you've got yourself a day off, buddy. Of, here's 100 $. For the overtime last shift. `` 
 
 First time ever since he worked here was his boss being a decent, well, deity. Work was never pleasant for death. The long shift, the horrible salary, the heavy workload. It was not easy. 
 
 The silver lining was, everytime he goes to work, he got a quick view of planet Xenor. Ahh, how wonderful it was there. Souls there choose when to be harvested, they're not overly populated, and they'd never throw a dreadful `` World War `` once a while. And most of all... Deathxanne... 
 
 Just a smile on her bony and cold face bright up Death's day. Her rough, dried, brittle gray hair, he could never have enough, and her long, tattered robe cover her sexy bones perfectly... 
 If he can only ask her out for a date 
 
 `` So from the look on your face, I guess you've plan for the weekend, eh. Good luck. Here's the money. Do n't spend it in one place, m'kay'' 
 `` There go my chance asking for a transfer `` Death muttered... 
 `` And about that transfer you've been asking for... `` God suddenly turn around, much to Death's delight 
 
 `` That's not possible. We do n't have anyone that can fill your position and do as good as cheap... no, as good as you do. I ca n't lose such a sucke... talented guy as you are. Keep up the good work'' 
 
 `` Ah screw it. I knew this was gon na happen.'' 
 Death thought to himself. 
 
 Many time he thought of quitting, but honestly, there're few jobs that's out there. Lots of planets are dying, and Earth is one of those few stable one. And if he can stick it out, maybe one day he will get a promotion. Perhaps, lord of Damnation. He've heard that Satan was going to start his own place - he kinda have enough with his dad's management, so that'll be available soon. 
 
 No more of these thought - today's his day off. His first day off in millenia. He's going to enjoy it. No work 
 But how is he going to enjoy it? Lately, it've been all just work and work for him. 
 Paying neophyte's debt is not easy. And he do n't have many option. Reaping was the only thing out there for him- he never knew what he truly wanted to do anyway. 
 
 Calling his haunt buddies? He've lost contact with them for so long... 
 And he ca n't really bring his face back to his universe either - when he left, he did claim to become a `` respectable Deity, inspring fear and awe in people'' 
 
 First time in a long while, he realized that his eternal existence is stuck in a rut. 
 `` So i'm going to stay here and watch `` Curvy Bones `` all day, huh...'' 
 
 No. He can not allow this. There must be something that he can do. And he will. First thing - getting out of this planet. His old flame sparked back - Travelling 
 So Death packed up. He do n't really know where he's going. He do n't know what he will do. But he's ready. 
 For he will not waste this 100 years off. 
 
 

