Lost souls

Hey buddy. You new here? Hey sit down. Names Sam. I was human once. Rather I still am. Ah fuck, sit down, have a beer, and I’ll explain.

They call us Lost Souls. A name personally I don’t understand. Hell if I’m lost, where am I supposed to be going? Seems like this is a suitable afterlife to me. They tell me it’s the fault of the Guider Fae, like I was supposed to go to some kind of eternal paradise, but hey, I’m not complaining. Who would want to spend all time in some boring-ass utopia when there so much fun stuff going on here? I mean, we got these visions struttin’ about like they own the place, playing tricks on us and stuff, and hey you ever seen a succubi? HOT DAMN. Then you got the Dead Gods. Like that beer your drinking? Thank Meldos, he conjured it up. They provide, and all I have to do is believe in them. I mean, hell, I believe in this beer don’t I? Sure I’ll sit in their temple for a little while to get taken care of. Then theirs the Fae. Like I said, the Guiders think they owe me something, but heh, what I don’t know can’t kill me huh? HAHA, can’t kill me… HAHAHAHA, get it? I’m already dead!

But seriously now, just watch your back and you’ll be fine. I mean these guys can be a barrel of monkeys, but if you cross them watch out. And then of course there are all them damn creepy crawlers all around. Golems, Gremlins, daemons, better get some protection, and between you and me, keep it well hidden. There are some here who don’t like the fact that we can defend ourselves. Just keep it under your hat and we all do just fine. Well anyway, got to go. Meldos is waiting.