Cole falls from the sky and smacks on the ground. He appears to be semi-transparent as he groans.
"God I fucking hate fire." Cole strolls over to death and sticks his hand out, "Gimme."
"Nope, you gotta do it yourself dumbass, I'm not your slave," Death is now standing at a decent 8ft.
Cole looks confused, "What do you mean I gotta do it myself"
Death pinches his boney nose and groans, "From the soul warehouse dumbass, where else?"
"And where is that?" Cole sighs.
Death points off into the seemly endless void, "That way"
Cole huffs and starts walking in that direction. Cole stops walking as he reaches the edge of the death void and sees another platform. He sighs.
"Well that drop might break some bones."
There's something on the ground next to Cole. It's in the shape of a scythe, though completely engulfed in a dark mist. It's just kind of there, not really doing anything. Although... Cole feels slightly drawn to it.
Cole looks over to it and shrugs, "I have been killed by worse magical items." Cole tries to pick it up.
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>!! 1/3 DEATH KEY has been added to your inventory!
The mist fades, revealing a scythe more clean and slick that any scythe Cole's ever seen before. The scythe's blade is long and made of sharp obsidian, sharp enough to slay even the strongest of warriors. It radiates with pure power. Cole feels stronger.
ITEM DESC:
Only able to be held by Cole Garnet, this scythe grants strength and power to its holder.
STATS:
+20 DEFENSE
+30 ATTACK
+90 HP
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Cole looks at it and smiles wide as he twirls it in his hand, "This puts a smile on my face, this will help me with my task at hand."
Cole looks down at the drop and continues to smile as he steps off the ledge. He falls several feet and tries to roll, but fails as his arms break, specifically his shoulder blades and 2 finger bones. He groans and stands up.
What appears to be a man in a all black uniform is staring at Cole with a G36 assault rifle pointed at him. Cole stares back. He would shrug if his shoulders weren't fucked. Cole charges at the man, and using the scythe, slices the man's head clean off.
The man is fucking dead as Cole takes the guy's vest and belt, slinging the assault rifle over his shoulder. He starts walking in the warehouse and finds his soul rather quickly, but had to murder a couple other people in the same way.
Cole steps out of the warehouse and goes to climb back up, but almost falls into a eternal void.
"NO, fuck no thank you holy shit." Cole, now knowing that he can't climb back up, turns back around and walks forward. Eventually, Cole finds another ledge and stares down at the platform below.
"That is going to break even more bones and I am not looking forward to that........so fuck it." Cole steps off the ledge and falls what feels to be a shorter distance, landing with a thud. The cuboid in his foot breaks as he groans and winces.
Another man is staring at him with a M1 grand in his hand.
Cole stares back and mutters.
"Please don't."
The man starts to pull the trigger but is interrupted by Cole throwing the scythe as hard as he can and cutting the man's torso in half. The man dies as Cole screams in pain and starts to black out, he weakly pulls himself towards the scythe and, reaching it, he passes out from pain.
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Death appears next to Cole and taps his head with his foot.
"Come onnnn do something"
Cole stirs slightly and groans, "Fuck off my bones hurt"
Death shrugs, "I tried," and vanishes.
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Death appears again and taps his head with his foot, "You're gonna miss the mac and peanutbutter hotdog sauce sandwich supreme or whatever."
Cole groggily looks over at Death, "Fix my bones"
Death sighs, annoyed, "fine," he waves his hand and all of Cole's bones are healed. Death taps his boney wrist, "Tick tock, Genesone," Death disappears.
Cole jumps up and grabs the scythe. He enters the warehouse to find medical supplies as he quickly stuffs his belt with quick clot and splints, like 12 splints, and starts taking fire from a M4 Benelli shotgun as he takes cover.
The guy moves forward as he mutters, "I'll kill you if it means I die wait-"
He is cut off by Cole running at him and stabbing him through the chest, killing him. Cole looks around for other guards and doesn't find any, as he walks out of the warehouse and steps over to the ledge, peering down. It's a far fucking drop and Cole takes a deep breath as he drops down what feels like a mile and smacks the ground with a meaty thud, breaking every bone in his body. They quickly heal and he gasps and screams.
There's a man in white robes looking at him with a smile. Cole stands up and looks over at him, "Who are you?"
He chuckles, "God, of course. Nah, I'm just the rest stop attendant would you like a satchel for that soul of yours?"
Cole begs, "Please I'm fucking begging you, it would make it so much easier"
He laughs, "Alright, alright I'll give you one," The man walks back into the warehouse as Cole feels extremely tired. Cole sits against a warehouse wall and The man walks back out with a satchel, offering it to him. "Here you go, you also look tired would you like a pillow?"
Cole nods as he puts his soul in the satchel, then puts the satchel on as the man walks back into the warehouse. He walks back shortly after and gives Cole a pillow and a blanket and smiles as he says, "Sleep well, Garnet."
Cole sleepily chuckles as he wraps himself in the blanket and tucks the pillow under him. He falls asleep quickly.
Cole wakes up after sleeping pretty good for not having any dreams or nightmares as he throws the blanket off and snaps. Nothing happens as he sighs, "fuckin forgot."
Cole shrugs and steps to the ledge of the platform. He looks down at the next platform. It looks to be only a couple feet away. Cole takes a deep breath, he steps off the ledge and smacks the ground with a meaty thud, surpisingly not breaking any bones. He springs to his feet and readies his scythe.
2 men are staring at Cole with Bren light machine guns.
Cole stares back with a slight hint of fear, "You guys come here often?"
The 2 men open fire on Cole as he sprints around them, catching a couple rounds to the chest and slides with a groan as he cuts the first guy's legs off. Cole stands up as he stares at the last guy.
The guy stares back as he stops firing and says, "We have been trying to reach you about your cars extended war-"
Cole cuts the guy's head clean off with a groan, "fucking hate those guys"
Cole walks around the warehouse while tending to his wounds and finds a helmet laying around. He shrugs as he puts it on and steps out of the warehouse, standing at the ledge of the platform. He stares down at the next one as he sighs, "this never gets easier does it?"
Cole steps off the ledge and falls a lot longer than last time. He hits the ground with a thud, breaking his femur and his left arm's humerus as he groans and writhes in pain.
No one is there.
Cole grabs one of the splints and puts it on his leg; and another splint on his arm. He struggles to stand and limps into the warehouse. He finds and takes 2 quick clot 2 more splints and 5 morphine needles as he injects one and stumbles to the ledge of the platform. He falls and hits the ground with a loud thud, not breaking any bones as his other wounds heal.
A man in a white robe looks over at Cole and says softly, "nap time?"
Cole nods and decides to take a nap.
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Death appears next to Cole and kicks him in the side of the head and yells, "GET YOUR ASS UP AND HELP THEM"
Cole jolts awake and looks at Death, "what?"
Death replies, "Melody called you second papa, by the way."
Cole's semi-transparent eyes glow a purple as he stands up.
Death smiles and says, "that's my son"
Cole smiles at Death and stares down at the drop. He takes a deep breath as he sprints off the ledge and hits the ground in a roll, breaking his right arm entirely but the pain didn't matter to him.
3 guards stare at Cole with rifles drawn, but before they can pull the trigger, Cole sprints off the ledge of the platform they are on and hits the ground with a roll breaking his other arm.
4 guards stare at Cole and open fire as Cole's left leg and left arm are riddled with rounds. Cole uses his right arm to stab a morphine syringe into his thigh and keep sprinting as he drops off the ledge, hitting the ground with a thud as his legs shatter but his wounds heal instantly.
A man in a white robe tosses Cole a suppressed usp as Cole catches it and keeps sprinting, dropping off the ledge as he falls several feet. He hits the ground with a roll, breaking one of his ribs as he groans and stares where the guards should be.
And there are 5 guards staring at Cole with m249 machine guns.
Cole opens fire on them as he slides towards the next ledge, his helmet blocks several rounds as his torso is shot to shit.
4 of the guards drop dead and the last one sprints away.
Before Cole drops down on the last platform, he rips his shirt and uses it like a big bandage on his bleeding and shot torso as he groans and winces.
"God I hate getting shot," Cole rolls off the ledge and hits the second to last platform with a roll, without breaking any bones, and looks where guards should be.
It's just copies of the kiss, clapping and cheering him on as he grins and salutes them. He sprints off the last ledge he lands with a roll, breaking both of his legs as he winces and crawls to a massive hole and falls back to earth.