I died. not like in the movies where a person dies slowly and people shout at them not to leave or go into the light. there was more sound of swearing and a sound of cars. I had been on my way home from my job, it had been payday when I walk down the road into the alleyway that leads to my one-bed room apartment in Camden in the northwest of London I heard a noise before there a blackness.  my head hurt and a felt a dripping down my ear as I relisted I had been hit in the back of my head with something heavy. 

" Aw hell man, I think ya hit him too hard," whispered voice number one that I could only just make out over the deafening sound of my heart beat in my ear.

" so what, just grab his wallet and let get out of here," said Voice number two a bit deeper ( not that it an important detail I just believe it would be better to add this small detail for the hell of it, get it I'm dying ha.)

slowly even my hearing started to go as I hear them walk away from my now dead body. how had it come to me dead in the street at the age of 21. I had spent most of my life in school to then send my money on drink away my life than working in an old corner shop which did not pay that bad for only a small shop.  now I was floating away into a bright light. all I could think was please God be nice to me I will alway be nice in life please I don't want to burn for all of my life ( well death).

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" Matt Hall," said a dull booming voice.

"God is that you," I said out loud to the whiteness.

"I'm the one asking the question, Matt Hall. now are you, Matt Hall,"  said the booming voice.

"i... I am," I said as I quivered "where am i."

"you are in the afterlife and now I will judge you to see what your life will become from now," the booming voice said

"what like heaven?" I asked to the voice that body I could not see

"no, you can not afford that life with such a little amount of soul essence more like being reborn as something. maybe an ant would suit you, a mindless worker," drowned the voice.

" I don't want to be a bug," I complained (still very unsure of what was going on and if this was just a tv show joke).

"well, I can only make you one more thing" the voice yawned

"what is it," I asked, " if it, not a bug I will take it".

"very well then enjoy your next life," the voice said in it dull bored tone.

"Wait. what is it," I shouted to the world (well white light) as it started to turn dark.

---Be joyed, you have been reborn in the world of Vublov as a dungeon heart---  

"WHAT!!!" I shouted!