This is Jackethy, or –as he prefers to be called- Jack, he is your classic office worker, just trying to earn a living, but what Jack doesn't know, is that tonight, he will die. On his way back from work, a rogue truck driver will strike him dead. But enough from me! Lets get this show on the road!

J:"I wonder if they're going to announce a new Godzilla movie anytime soon... the last one did pretty well so I hope they keep it up" Jack walks down the sidewalk, poorly lit by the old street lights. His car is parked at the nearby parking garage, as the one provided by his workplace was almost double the price. Though, Jack thinks that nearby is stretching it a little, he has to walk through two different crosswalks to even get to the entrance of the garage, he's just glad that it has an elevator.

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Truck Driver's POV.
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It's been a long day at work, and their manager has asked them to work overtime, last night he wasn't able to get any sleep either, as his wife decided that today was the perfect day to party till the sun rose. He was sure he could close his eyes just for a little*yawn*bit wouldn't hurt... *Hhhhnuuugh* *Hwooowooowoooo*

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Jack's POV.
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J:"Wow. Looks like I got lucky, this light is still red." What Jack doesn't notice, is that a certain truck driver had just dozed off, and was speeding his way.

When he does notice? It's too late. The truck hits him in the side at speeds nearing 60 MPH, instantly spattering his ribcage and spine -not finished yet- it drags him down under it's front tire and hits him with its bumper again, this time in the head, shattering his skull and forcing his brain to the other side of his skull so fast it instantly kills him.

Jack, very sadly, was killed.

However...

He lived!

Or, so Jack seemed to think.
He was 'standing' in a blinding white space, with a floor and ceiling that seemed to stretch onwards until infinity, In front of him was what seemed to be a floating slot machine, but with only one slot, it kinda reminded Jack of those B*g B*ss arcade machine he would use in his youth. And right now, there seemed to be a countdown instead of a handle, flashing down numbers... 2, 1, SPIN! at that moment, the wheel started spinning rapidly, the words on each option now unreadable as it kept getting faster and faster, so fast that jack was worried he would start getting pulled into it. 

As it spun, the slot started getting smaller and smaller, until suddenly, with a high pitched shrieking noise, it tore itself off its hinges and started jaggedly bouncing in it's glass enclosure, now folding into itself, it finally comes to a stop when it compacts to the size of a small golf ball.

Approaching the glass, Jack stares down at the ball, the letters on it now stretched and bent. As he gets closer, the screen displays some confetti around a 'Congratulations!' the screen fades to black, and words zoom out from the back 'You got X̷̤͖̌́e̷͊́ͅṣ̶̨̈́͆̽a̶̖̠͎̋̌t̴̪͋̈́͆n̷̺̑͠ṣ̶̛ḋ̷̮͝y̸͖͈͒ḙ̷̲̈́r̸̠͋̒̇à̶̫o̶̲̣̩͘ǹ̸̲̫̜͌͝v̴̢̊̾͑z̸͈̟̒j̷̤̈́x̷̪̻̃̂͋c̴͖̗͂͆ẕ̵̍̈́́͜p̴͉͌̆e̴̲̭̋͘̚ͅf̷̬̄̑u̴̱̭͓͑͠ą̴͋̇̒ͅh̶͓̃c̷̻̖̈́̐x̸̰͕͋̔̿͜z̵̳͕̓ṁ̷͈ė̴̥̝͇o̵̟̰̼̔͛̅ḥ̸̢͙̀͐b̴͔̾̔f̵̻̥̹̽̒n̵̝̲͐ź̵̛̹̝̠ō̵̰͝j̴̩̭̭́̚c̴̱͔̦̽ẃ̸̫͓̊h̶̛̭̣̲̾̍b̵̖̳̱̊̆ċ̶̩̙!' J:"What. Is that? Am- Am I even supposed to know what that is?"

However, before he can even begin to try translating what it means, he's zapped by a large beam of light.

Not for the first time today, Jack 'dies'.