I don’t remember how it all started. One minute, I’m just riding my chopper into the great wide open, and the next, I wake up in the middle of nowhere. Not that that’s anything unusual. The strange part was the guy standing over me. I’ve seen lots of strange shit in my day, but never have I seen a skeleton with it’s head on fire.
“Am I dead?” I asked, hoping that the answer was no, but guessing it was yes.
“Yes and no.”
Great, ambiguities from the great beyond. Oh well, if I’m dead, I’m dead. Not much I can do about that. But if I’m alive, well, I would like to know what’s going on.
“Technically, you are still alive, but only because you have been chosen.”
“Chosen for what?” I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer to that one, but what the hell.
“You have been chosen to be the avatar for the spirit of vengeance.”
At that point, I passed out. The human psyche can only take so much before it shuts down, and being told that you are to become the human embodiment of vengeance is well past the point of shutdown. When I woke up, I was still lying beside the twisted form of my motorcycle, but there was another one sitting upright next to it. On the seat there was a letter.
“This bike is to replace the one that was destroyed when I caused your wreck. You will have to overlook that, but there was no other way. You had to die to take the role you have been given.”
Ok, so I died…but this isn’t exactly what I thought the afterlife would be like. What the hell am I supposed to do now? Oh well, I have a bike, it’s time to ride. I guess the rest will be explained later.
