[ WP ] Every 200 years , those in the punishment afterlife can visit reward for a day , and those in reward afterlife can visit punishment . One person from each side decides to do what has never been done : stay on the side they visit .

Punishment Afterlife. 
 I only wanted a taste of reward. I have waited 200 years just for some damn reward! The Afterlife of Punishment is no place for me, I haven ’ t done anything wrong! 
 “ That ’ s why you ’ re here, you stupid human. The denial and regret and suffering you caused yourself has driven you to madness. Do you really need to be reminded again of the unforgivable sins you have committed, the cries of the families is all you hear as punishment, yet you still deny the pain you have caused? ” 
 SHUT UP! I don ’ t need to hear you among the screams! Just let me go, let me get the reward I have suffered 200 years for! 
 “ Of course, the corrupted souls of this afterlife shall be released only when they admit their sins ” 
 FINE god dammit are you satisfied? I admit to murdering that family, I... I admit to killing my wife. I ADMIT EVERYTHING. 
 “ Then you are free for the day, James. Enjoy the Reward you don ’ t deserve you pitiful wretch. ” 
 I don ’ t need your attitude Satan just let me leave, I deserve reward. 
 
 Reward Afterlife 
 Please, God let me go PLEASE! 
 “ Do not weep my angel, you have done nothing wrong. You will be permitted to leave for punishment soon, be patient. ” 
 The guilt I feel is what I ’ ve done wrong. That man, James I destroyed him. It ’ s my fault! I deserve the punishment he ’ s been suffering. PLEASE GOD, please. Let me…go. 
 “ Do not weep for the man that killed you and your family, do not weep for the man who shot his own defective brain, do not weep my angel. You are not to blame for anything. ” 
 Then why do I feel all of this denial and regret. I deserve punishment I deserve to take his place. All I ever wanted ever since I came to this place with its bright, happy residents was to feel the suffering I know I deserve inside. ALL I WANT IS TO SUFFER! 
 “ Then go my angel, feel the suffering you think you deserve. Today is the day, 200 years ago when you first came to me there were tears. Now again tears blur your vision, go see the suffering. ” 
 Thank you god. Thank you. 
 “ Go Jane. Feel the suffering you think you deserve. ” 
 Purgatory 
 The warm, damp path in between the afterlife ’ s, some call it purgatory, others the Reincarnation Palace, all of that bull just makes me puke. I have suffered enough for my sins, just let me see the other side, let me feel the cool bright feeling those privileged “ angels ” feel every day. No I will stay in that privileged land. I deserve more than a day. I can ’ t stand the screams, those awful screams. I don ’ t need to hear the cry of that baby. The cry of my baby, it wasn ’ t my fault. That damn woman she caused this. The insane wanderings of my brain, it ’ s all her fault that DAMN WOMAN! Yes. YES! I feel it, the bright, cold spreading through my body! Is this what that damned Jane feels every day while I rot in my insane prison? I won ’ t leave not ever I ’ ll be the first one. I won ’ t be dragged back into that awful punishment. I ’ ll be the first to stay, the only one who stays. 
 The heat I feel it. The closer I get the more insanity I feel. Is this the place James was rotting in for 200 years? I deserve his pain let me take his place, I led him to the insanity all of those times I yelled at him and blamed him, and behind his back I went cheating, sleeping with other men. The pain he must have felt to find his own wife with another man in bed after coming home from double overtime at his shitty job to feed his baby. The rage in his face froze the room the man in my bed turned quickly to see a baseball bat cave in on his brain, the blood was everywhere. He turned to me with tears streaking down his bloodstained face, chunks of the man ’ s brain fell from his hands. 
 “ Why Jane, WHY! All I do is work my ass off for this family and you sleep with random people! WHY! ” 
 He ran to me across the room, his grasp around my neck, his broken soul emanating disgust, rage, embarrassment, and most of all sorrow. As the life drained from my eyes all I could feel was the overbearing weight of his pain and denial on me, I felt the pain of his wasted life. He went to our baby, with the tears raining on the floor he begged his baby to forgive him as his finger tightened around the gun he hid in the cabinet, the bullet went through the baby ’ s small head and into his own. The tears mixing with blood of our family and the destroyed bodies spewing more of the red liquid on the home we worked so hard for. Yes I deserve this punishment forever. I will stay in this eternal insanity for the pain I caused him. 

