We queued in an orderly fashion.
josh
You could spot a first-timer a mile off - they simply reeked of newness. By this point I was an old pro, I’d waited in this exact line eleven times. Granted, I’d never made it past the gates, but I could feel in my depths that this was my moment.
As I looked around at all my fellow queuers, I recognised someone I’d met over 30 years ago in this very spot.
“Oh, hey, Roy - it’s me, Jimmy!”
“Jimmy? Ah, yeah, yeah, hi - we saw each other the last time around, right?”
“Sure did - so, back again? Think you’ll make it through this time?”
“I have to - I shot three nuns outside a Catholic school, I don’t know what more I can do. What about you?”
“Yeah I feel good about this one, I blew up a zoo - families and all.”
“Nice - good luck, looks like you’re up.”
I was ushered forward by the gatekeeper and I bragged about all the slaughtered animals, mothers, and children, the heat of the fiery brimstone fuelling my bloodthirsty rage.
“Sorry Jimmy, according to the log it looks like you helped an old lady cross the street back in 2009 - try again next death. NEXT!”