New Wave Requiem

(Don't Fear) The Reaper

When Alphonse embraced me and explained the basics of this new world, I was certain that I had descended into a very clever and insidious corner of Hell. My sins ruined what should have been a wonderful life, helping people live happier and longer lives, while earning a lifestyle worth sharing with as many beautiful children as God would grant me. If only a comfortable lifestyle were all I shared with the children in my care. But then that first victim came forward, I lost my licence and my family—well—my wife and kids anyway. Then I lost my freedom. Then the other inmates found out why I was there, and I was only able to prolong the inevitable for so long. I felt the first few stabs before I went into psychological shock.

If there is any medical proof for God’s mercy at work in our world, it is the ways the brain anesthetizes his children from extreme stress. My victims forgot much of what I did to them, and in my final moments I was spared the pain of my final cuts. And then I passed on to a new and more horrifying prison, a world of Damned, playing cruel and horrid games while we watch gleefully as our world crumbles, our hapless victims spared the terrible truth.

But, and maybe this is the genius of it all, Damnation isn’t so bad so far. Actually, things are going really exceptionally well. I’m an immortal doctor in a land of disease that needs treating: a pig in shit. And it’s a really scary disease too, let me tell you; 100% mortality rate, unknown vectors, the best doctors in the world scratching their heads! It really couldn’t be worse, and more and more, the Damned are realizing that they need my skills. Already I’m racking up so much political capital by meeting the needs of the rightfully frightened Damned, that I need to be careful not to get carried away. Once this all dies down, I could be the weak kid who somehow wound up with fistfuls of lunch money, and this time there will be no psychological shock to save me; I’m far from God’s mercy.

I know this thing’s all going to end badly. But as long as I’ve got an eternity of tooth-gnashing and wailing ahead of me, I might as well make the most of this blink of an eye. I just need to make sure I don’t do anything to bring that whole tooth-gnashing part crashing down any sooner. And oh, the many ways that could happen! I’ve seen how quickly and silently a Strix kills as many as it likes. I’ve seen what happens when two more powerful versions of me get between Dorian Masters and his food. And I can only imagine the bedlam if 4H takes a big chunk out of the kine. But I’ve gotta say, it’s pretty thrilling to walk hand in hand with the reaper, and it pays well.

Dr. Vitale


Nicely written. I find myself at once loathing and being incredibly intrigued by this character. So, an underworld ruled by those who are to one day be damned to an eternal fiery judgment huh? Interesting. You’ve peaked my curiosity.


(Don't Fear) The Reaper

I should mention that all of the Adventure Log posts were written by the players. And yeah, Dr. Vitale is an interesting mix of sympathetic and horrible. This post in particular is a perfect fit for the decade.

(Don't Fear) The Reaper
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