• After around three days, the authorities finally sorted out yoshinski's belongings, but they still didn't know anything else...

    How he died, why he died and what time he had died.
    mind you, that Really didn't matter to Yoshinski, as he had finally been collected by the most evil person (well I don't know if you should call him a person) you could ever imagine, DEATH.. most people who have still been awake while the transfer was made, say that all you see is a dark grey puff of smoke, and all you feel is the grip of it's icy cold hands. Some say if you see him and don't upchuck you are bound for hell!!
    mind you Yoshinski was one of the lucky ones, he was picked up and passed out as fast as he could open his eyes. as the cloud that was DEATH departed from earth once again, with him in his stone cold grip.. the journey here was a long solitary matter, mind you I guess that's why he was so suited to the job, he enjoyed the cold, he enjoyed the feeling of weightlessness.... BUMP that was the next thing Yoshinski heard, as he landed on his rear on a cold concrete floor, but he was shocked, why did he feel no pain... a bang like that would have really hurt.... Unless... wait, this place (he guessed) was heaven, well he was nearly there, it was a heaven of sorts, but this was the heaven for the damned... and that's where I come in, I am Josh, the heavenly chronicler (kind of like god) and I am the teller of this story... as Yoshinski got up, he caught his first glance of me, and heaven... "WAIT WERE AM I?" he asked, sounding rather distraught, I spoke up, "You are in the heaven of the damned, and I am josh, we're going to be good friends