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This is my first ever fic on this site. It was really fun to read the stories that others had put out into the world, and now I can put out a fic of my own for you to read.
Here are some things you should probably know before we get into the fic itself:
1. You probably saw this as you clicked on the story, but everyone in this fic is the character, not the content creator.
2. Constructive criticism is appreciated. You can let me know what tags I've forgotten to add, or maybe give advice on how I can better the fic.
3. That being said, please, no harassment. I'm fine with advice and commentary, but don't comment anything like "this fic is stupid". Remember, this is my first work on the site.
4. I have two main inspirations for this fic. The first is Love, Faith, Hope, and an Ever-Present Smile by CrimsonConstellation and Dawn870(which you should ABSOLUTELY read right after this one, it's amazing). I was also inspired (lightly) by Ride the Cyclone.
5. Tags will be added as I work on the fic.

Hope you enjoy!

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*151, 600 people die every day on earth.
Out of those people, the best and most polite end up in heaven. Others, the scumbags and assholes of the world, end up in hell. But the majority are somewhere in between, and these people end up in purgatory, which itself is somewhere in between heaven and hell.*

Tommy Innit jolted awake. Looking around him, he appeared to be in some sort of white, empty void. He couldn't see any walls, ceiling, or floor, but he could stand just fine. His thoughts were a bit fuzzy, considering he'd just woken up, but he wondered if this was the afterlife, or if he was possibly in a coma.

Looking around, he caught a glimpse of a dark blur far away. Walking towards the blur, he saw a desk, with a woman in a black turtleneck sitting at it. As he came closer, he noticed that the skin and flesh of her face was slightly translucent, and he could somewhat see her skull. He was a little weirded out by this, but came closer anyway.

"Welcome to the afterlife," the woman said. "My name is Melissa, but you can call me Lissi if you want. I'm here to bring you to your afterlife."

Oh, so he *was* dead. Lissi picked up something that sort of looked like a barcode scanner from the desk and pointed it at him. After a few seconds, the barcode scanner beeped, and she looked at something on the back.
"Says here you'll be in Level 2," she said. Then, under her breath, she added, "Thank god, I doubt I'd be able to handle putting a kid in Level 3."
"What?" Tommy asked, offended. He was not a kid, he was a Big Man!
"Nothing," Lissi said quickly. "Never mind. Come on," she said, holding out her hand.

Tommy was confused, but took her hand, and suddenly, they were standing on the porch of a bluish-gray house. It was somewhat cloudy and foggy out.
"Welcome to Purgatory," Lissi said, opening the white door. Inside was a relatively normal-looking living room, with several people sitting on the couches and talking. As he entered the house, he counted five other people in the living room. Two boys around Tommy's age were idly chatting on the couch. A young man was playing solitaire at the coffee table, and another man with pink hair was quietly reading a book. An older man sat in an armchair, occasionally sipping from a cup of tea. When the door closed behind him, all eyes turned to him.

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Ooh, what's this?

I found some more motivation to continue?

And a new chapter is coming out sometime in the next month?

That's really cool...