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When you come to again, the scenery has changed considerably and you realize you’ve somehow drifted into another dream bubble. This one must be from your memories - there’s a subtle floral scent in the air, and as you look around, you see Death nearby. He seems to be expecting you; there is warm tea waiting. He offers you a cup.
Hell yes, you say. This is more like it. You’ve had it to here with uncooperative kids and stab-happy agents, not to mention the fourth-wall breaking antagonists. Who said he was allowed to do that? You long for a simpler time, when protagonists didn’t refuse your help (not that you ever offered it) and antagonists could be beaten by candy and sob-stories. Those were the days.
Pickle Inspector and Ace Dick sit nearby. They have no clue who you are. For a moment it looks like Death wants to tell them, ease their confusion, but you shoosh your old buddy up; they may be dead but they never really left the story, and you don’t want to mess things up now. Instead, you punch Ace Dick in the snout to establish superiority.
You don’t actually know what your Vim stat is like but apparently that worked. It’s not long before PI and AD bargain with your friend Death to win their lives back. You remember how all this goes. AD gives up and just saunters out of the afterlife after a while, and PI gets involved in a huge battle with Death that ends in the creation of the Sudocube.
You have no idea what you were on when you wrote this adventure.
But you think it was better than whatever you must be on now. You silently thank the multiverse that you don’t have to talk to that cherub guy anymore, and join Death’s team in Wizard’s Sudoku.