I believe that once you die, you became a flavor of soup. Which flavor depends on how nice you were as a person. Great people who lived a morally agreeable life would be chicken noodle soup, always counted on to warm the souls of the downtrodden and the ill. People like Theren Gevel would be doomed to become leak soup, sitting uneaten and unloved in a can for fifty years, slowly rotting until they exploded into a smelly puddle of wet death.

People like Theren Gevel would be doomed to become leak soup, sitting uneaten and unloved in a can for fifty years, slowly rotting until they exploded into a smelly puddle of wet death.

omfg Ahnk.

We're not worthy. We're not worthy!

wow i'm going to become soup

*pokes the soup he's eating* wodner who this was

Watch the movie What Dreams May Come.

Yeah, the afterlife is a fucking painting.

No.... You live inside your dreams.

hibernates and regenerates

*echo*

..and to think I was just telling my girlfriend about the awesomeness of Tomato Soup with saltine crackers crushed and sprinkled about.

Hmm. Yer avatar looks oddly alike the image I use for one of my own characters. How odd...

See below.

talkign to me?? well i just found durge only thoguht he looked cool