Well I'm writing a book called "Life of A Grim Reaper".
As the name states, it's concentrated around a grim reaper called Grim.
This is as far as I got.
Hello, my name is Grim. I'm a grim reaper. My job is collecting dead peoples souls and guiding them to the almighty lord. Most of the time I'm waiting for my lord to send me to collect some souls.
You think that being a grim reaper is easy? Well you are really wrong. There are a lot of us and we have to wait for our lord to give us the premission to collect souls. I'm usually the last one he gives the permission to, since I listen to heavy metal music. Apparently he doesn't like it. He says that it's a bit too agressive.
I don't see what's agressive about power metal. Okay, the speed is a little agressive, but hey.
The phone began to ring.
"Yup?"
"There are a couple of souls you need to get."
"Eh, where are these souls located?"
"Mexico. 10 dead due to a shooting caused by a gang war. 4 gang members on each side. 2 passers-by dead."
I hurriedly put the phone down.
Gah, I hate these types of souls. They are really hard to collect. But at least those 2 passers-by will be easy.
I opened a portal and was part-way through it when I realised something.
Gah, I forgot my scythe.
What do ya guys think.
PS: Kodiak helped me a bit around the grammar part.