[ WP ] `` I am the Grim Reaper , yes . But in order to reap , I must first have sown . ''

`` I am the Grim Reaper, yes. But in order to reap, I must first have sown. If you are to succeed me, you too must learn to sow. You will need your robe, your scythe, and your standard Hades issue St. Jergens hand lotion. Now grasp my phalanges within yours and brace yourself.'' 
 
 You expect to feel a lump in your throat, but instead grind your mandible side to side briefly and cackle, remembering that your robe hangs loosely where your throat might otherwise still be. Reaching out, you find yourself falling, maybe not falling because that implies gravity and you are clearly beyond human laws of gravity and time here, slipping through the ether. 
 
 Terra firma shatters before you and settles all around in what eyes might make out as a dim haze. You find yourself standing at the shore of a vast primordial sea where magma rushes up from below where you stand, inert to you, and flows down and coalesces with the water to form a cloud of ash gray which retreats below the surface like a plume of smoke carrying the poison to Pompeii. All else lies still. 
 
 `` Cronos, grasp your scythe, and do as I. Forget not the St. Jergens. Now, you very literally hold the fate of this time-cycle and once the fervor you now feel rising within you subsides your will for the shape of this existence shall be done.'' 
 
 

