Death

Daemon’s Journal:

  Death. Easily one of the most largely overrated things of the living. I could just be in that mindset considering the fact, that I’m dead, and I’m still not satisfied. Sure, I got recruited into The Horde after my untimely death a century or so back. Time sure does fly when you’re having fun. Isn’t that how that saying goes? Now that’s a lie if I’ve ever heard one before.
  As I sit here thinking back to my past I realize that I haven’t done much in my life, and for that matter, my death. Let’s size this up. When I was alive I didn’t have any friends, I practiced thievery and many other misdeeds, and I ran for my life. What can I say I’ve done as dead? I’ve stayed up for eternity waiting for my next order to carry a dead soul to our grounds where they will be trained and brought up to the likes of me, another scout. Don’t eat, don’t sleep, and I don’t think, just listen and do. What kinda death is that?
  Maybe all this is why I’ve came to the conclusion that I want out of here. I guess my accomdations aren’t the worse here, which the rookies get to experience, nothin’ like a good pit in darkness to spend your nights. I’m actually quite happy with the roof over my head and my lumpy cot, it’s better than nothing. But still, even with that I feel as if I’m lacking something, maybe you can see it as well?
  Tonight I thought might be the night I get out of here and go back to walk amongst the living, see if I can make it alone. I got another job to take care of, it seems that a man has recently died and needs directions to here, if you know what I mean. I can try to run from my fellow dead, but it will be hard.
  I once got lost when I was a rookie scout and wasn’t aware of the difference the amount of time can make on a place and I lost my route back. Well, when they found me they tried to say that I escaped and they brought me back as an escapee. Let me tell you one thing, I do not plan on getting brought back again. I do not want to have to go through that again. They tell you that you can’t feel real pain when you’re dead, but believe me, you haven’t actually felt real pain until you are dead.
  It is coming upon time for me to leave for my journey, but there is one small request I must make. If you happen to find this journal of mine, you can come to the fact that I have been taken once more, and brought back as a new death, if you could call it that. When they bring you back, after the punishment, you are lowered back to the lowest of the low in The Horde’s ranks.
  The time has come for me to ready for the task at hand. The normal transport crew will make sure I make my way there in an orderly fashion.
  Now they’ve got it made. Being near the highest ranking and the most trusted, it’s gotta be great, but I won’t stick around for another couple hundred years in this land of the unliving.
  Now I must go and take flight.