Its mind boggling how greedy humanity can be.

For thousands of years, since the aincent gilgamesh civilization, humans have been greedy bastards. They war each other for food, resources, women, and even for petty grudges. They steal, rape, torture, spy, and slave their own species... for what? For pleasure and fun? Becuz it's their right? Because 'God' claimed them his champions? For the 'Greater Good'?

*Snorts* All of them need some stupid excuse, huh? To make themselves feel better about what they do....

The reason I bring it up, is cuz I'm currently in a situation due to some very greedy people. You see, I'm a leading scientist in biomechanics, a pretty young one at that, being 32 and all. My main drive for this is due to my horribly failing eyesight, and my younger sister, Lola, dying of cancer..

Moving on, since I'm such an 'expensive piece of merchandise', here I am, kidnapped from a bunch of greedy assholes, who are using me as hostage. Their simultaneously using me as a hostage for money from the government, while thinking of either selling me as a slave, or sell my cybernetic/nanotech organs to the highest bidders.

Yep, even in 2033, slaving and human trafficking exist, mostly due to our expanses to new worlds via hyper drives. And yes, we have space travel down at last. Still makes me wonder how they only used the most basic tech to improve our lifestyles and life expectancy. Hence why I'm kinda important.

Anyway, basically I'm being video taped by the kidnappers(or are they slavers?) by USA governments demands. I'm still gagged, and tied to a chair that smells like it's been fuck on by hippos as they took a mighty shit. Also still being held at gun point by some smuggled Military grade Ion rifles (At least I hope their smuggled, God help us if these guys have someone to produce these...).

Sighing through my nose at how cliche this all feels right now, I sit back and relax. Why am I so chill? Well, it's mostly cuz this isn't the first time this has happened. Not to mention I'm not weak enough for these pathetic synthetic rope binds to actually keep me here.

I'm mostly here to try and exploit who's giving them the guns, which should be easy considering how much of a blabber mouth they are when they think I can't hear them. Idiots. They don't even seem to speak common, so I'm not even gonna attempt to say how they sound to English... actually, I will just cuz I'm bored.

Idiot Kidnapper 1 says, "Bebhoboobza taarkzlokmais!". Translation? Nobody takes a beer like me. Of course, it's actually kinda funny to hear. Not so funny to constantly translate. So here's the actually important stuff I hear.

Basically, their getting their guns and weapons from some weirdo from the dead world Earth. Hm. Apparently he's called the Grave Walker. 

Well I got what I came for. I casually rip off my binds and take off my gag. 'Sorry guys, I'm not too into being gagged and tied up' I think to myself, chuckling at the dirty minded joke. Oh, the guards are screaming at me to get my hands up or something.

Rubbing a pinky in my ear from the noise, I grab my metal-ish chair and throw it hard at one of the guys, breaking his bones in the process. The other guy immediately starts shooting, but my personal shields are already up. 

I go over to get the fallen Ion gun, and shoot the guy casually in the chest, which obviously kills him. Glancing around, I lift the two bodies over my shoulder and put the guns in my new holsters. Fixing my cracked circular glasses, I use my only available arm to hold out the gun.

I kick down the front door and quickly glance around. Seeing several armored hover cars and armed men around, with the military a couple miles off. Smiling widely as I think of the amount of corpses I'll be able to experiment on, I quickly get into cover after they notice me. 

They suddenly start shooting at me with their stun setting. Guess they still want me alive... Amateurs. I use the corpses as meat shields as I take out an Ion core, shoot it once to make it very unstable, and throw it at the cluster fuck of cars-

BOOM!!!!

...Well, now I can't hear or see shit. Okay, I'll admit, that was incredibly reckless of me... And I should probably try it again sometime! That was pretty fun, though I'll admit that the shoot out may have been more fun, I'm still not that suicidal.

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Anywho, now that my sights back, and my ears still ringing, Imma go out to check on how the corpses are doing-

...

Well... Fuck. There aren't any usable fucking corpses damnit!

Sighing, I look over to the military, which seem to finally get closer. Lazy assholes probably waited till I was done before they actually went out to help me. Ah well, better find somewhere to hide these bodies so I can actually do stuff to them later-

My spidey senses tingle (more of an artificially enhanced danger instinct. Instincts are life savers you know?), and I instinctively raise the corse in my hand to block whatever is flying towards my head-

FUCKING HELL HIS HEAD IS GONE! Stupid fucking Ion-Plasma Sniper Rifles! I was gonna use that extra body to make a clone you know!

I look around quickly at the actual threat, and get back inside quickly. That gun can definitely get through my shields, and likely through my cypernetic body. Plus it was aimed at my head, which is something I can't really clone easily. 

That grade of weaponry is able to melt through a tank, and keep going... though it's also highly unstable and very inaccurate. The bolts are unable to go a hundred feet without dispersing, exploding, or quickly falling. 

So it's most likely the gunner was very close. Fucking hell, my lucks bad.

 Well, I guess this is it. The military of this planet is coming, and they'll likely arrest or torture me for information on my experiments and the NUAG (New United American Goverment).... and that's if I survive an assassin with the highest caliber weapon, and can actually aim with it.

Sighing lightly, I look at the Ion core in my gun. Then at the seemingly useless corpse in front of me... before a lightbulb lights about my head! (Literally)

Well, I did always say I wanted to go with a bang eh? I honestly can't see a way out of this. Military here will hound me, maybe even lock down the planets ports for me. The assassin is likely getting paid tons of money to keep me out of anyone else's hands.

I sit down and get started. I unplug my hand from my arm, and take a strange grey wire from my forearm, plugging it to the Ion core. As I do this, I start sending new commands and programs into the core, making it slowly into a timed bomb. Then, I press a few small buttons on the opening of my robotic hand and it opens a circular opening in its palm, like spheres of power were always meant to be in it...

Which too be honest, is kinda true. This hand is meant to help me reprogram Data cores (usually AI or government ones) for tons of reasons... Anyways, I plant the rudimentary bomb in my palm, unplug the grey wire from the Core, place my hand back, and then use the hand to put the actual data and designations in it.

I hear some explosions outside.. Gotta go faster... I charge the Ion core with plasma energy to make it more unstable and the explosion almost nuclear. Someone in a full body suit kicks the door down and aims at me, yelling "Don't move!"

I smile slightly. Well Lola, looks like I'll see you soon. Finally...

And then the world went white.

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Third Person Pov

In a green moonlit meadow with a single cherry blossom tree in the middle, a young man laying under the tree opened his eyes. Being cautious, he stays quiet as he observes his surroundings.

'Where am I..?'  He thinks to himself.

"Your dead." Said a very feminine, yet deadpan tone. A hooded figure suddenly appears in front of his laid down body, as if it's been there the whole time. The figure was TALL, at around 10 feet high. It was wearing a black hoodded robe that covered the whole of its body, and the hood covered a good upper half of its face. The visible lower half having a skeleton all jaw with a bit of muscle keeping it together... but that wasn't the biggest thing that caught his attention.

Oh-ho-ho-no... it was the 20 foot giant SCYTHE! It's blade was pretty much the size of an average man. The handle seemed to be made of bones, flesh, and organs such as eyes and hearts... which was creepier due to how they seemed to still be alive. The blade was seemingly made with giant sharp teeth kept together with pinkish white muscles (Tongues?). 

So this was the Grim Reaper.... 'Cool' He smils at confirmation of his death. He's been trying for the longest time to get an actually half decent excuse to die, and when He gets one, He is usually 'miraculously' saved. Hence his relief of actually being dead.

"Well, Hi there Ma'am." He reply to the incarnation of death with a casual air, assuming the Reaper has a gender... "What happens now?"

The feminine Reaper gives a light giggle, which sounds more like bones creaking, and it says "Now young one, I send you to the realm of the dead. You lived quite a negative life though, so you will likely be in the sea of infinite pressure for a quite a while-"

Before she/it can finish, and before his shock at what his punishment would be can settle in, a seemingly aloof and somehow chubby faces skeleton walks from behind the tree.

He wore a dusty blue sweater, a long blood red scarf, and some jean shorts, along with... cat slippers? Not to mention his creepily huge grin.

"Yo." He says, before looking at Bardrick with his blank eye sockets. "You Alright kid?"