You've been drinking like the world was gonna end
Adam knew three things:
- He was dead.
- Stuff here was really fucking weird all the time.
- The way out wasn't gonna be as easy as he had first thought.
Eventually he had to come to the conclusion that he was going to be stuck in this place for a while and would need to come around to it's rules. Because once you understood the rules, you could begin to break them; play the game. It seemed this game was mostly compromised of stuff to do with the Gods. Which ones you liked, which ones liked you, which ones you yelled about the loudest.
He knew basically nothing about the Gods here but he knew one of them was death, had a cool cape. That was enough for him to want to meet that one. It seemed a good a place as any to begin.
Walking up to the shrine with the confidence of someone who had clearly just had a lot of beer, he placed a cigarette and a coin on the shrine; a good offering he hoped. The cigarette was something common to give to Gods back home and the coin was one of the few remnants of his homeworld. If the Gods were fake he could just take them back, if they were real it was a sacrifice he was willing to make.
"So...do I just say hi? I'm looking for uh...I think the name was Ludo? I dunno if we just start chatting or what, but the smoke and the coin is for you."
Adam
It didn't.
