Dead Player No. 5 (order No. 0)

Bonus roll = 8, I don't know why my corporeal self still tries to appease the dice gods, I guess habits take longer to die than the body does.
Action 1: Move west
Action 2: Move North
Action 3: Move North

I don't know why I wonder, curiosity may have killed the cat, but in death curiosity lives on. I feel compelled somehow to !ENGAGE 15 with something, with someone, how sweet it would be to sit down and have a !BEER and talk of things unimportant while sharing a !PIZZA. To many serious talks over the last 5 years of my life, I see that now. Now that I am dead, I miss most all the meaningless chatter.

We thought we could play God, instead we unleashed Hell on Earth. They did it for humanity. They thought they had the vaccine stable, that it was helping people. It was a rush job, people demanded it even if it was not tested, they lined up miles long in some areas to get a small little poke.

They ignored the ones that had adverse reaction in front of them, they ignored the gurneys being rolled out to ambulance, they wanted to be protected, so they stayed in line. That was five years ago, my how things have changed, yet remained the same. We continue to pursue the rumors. That the vaccine was perfected, that there was cure out there somewhere. We will find it if it is true, or die, (like myself), trying.

I may have shuffled off to a different mortal plain, but still I feel compelled to follow my friends in hopes they find a cure. I feel dead, but I still feel I walk among the living, living life between two plains of existence.