JohnWillStab sat there covered is a wide variety of bruises, slap marks and a few new holes.

"Look, I said I'm sorry!"

"I will rain death and despair over you and you pathetic lineage!" Crown exclaimed, she was being held back by Lorb.

"I was just a joke!" Foxly replied.

"A joke!? I will shove my foot so far up your ass your breath will smell like shoe polish!"

Olivionion sat there spinning a small blade around.

"So, what is this place, anyway?" he asked.

"Afterlife waiting room, you'll get iseakaid soon enough," Lorb explained again.

"I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?" Bonifacius asked politely.

"How'd he get here?!" Crown demanded.

"I'm, pretty sure I hath died upon the impact of myself hitting the ground at vast speeds."

"...why does he talk like that?" Lorb asked.

"He's roleplaying everyone except the kid said at once."

"So... if thou don't mind, could thou tell me, what is this place?"

"You have passed away, as such you have been summoned to face judgement from the tribunal!" Olivionion exclaimed.

"The tribunal?!"

"...you are all in this after-life tribunal?" he asked.

"No, no, we are simply images of people you held dear in your life." Lorb replied.

"I see!" Bonifacius exclaimed.

"Why does thou look like Foxly then?" Bonifacius asked looking over to Foxly who clenched his fists in rage as he heard this.

"W-what do you mean?" he asked trying to keep a smile on his face.

"I mean... I did not think of Foxly as someone on the level of all the others in this room." Bonifacius continued.

"Oh, is that so?" he asked gritting his teeth.

His eyes widened to an almost psychotic look.

"I'M THE GHOST OF POOR DECISIONS!" he exclaimed.

"I impersonate the person whom you should have been great friends with!" he added.

"Oh no! Thou are right! How could I be so blind so as not to appreciate Foxly! He was the best... ehh... w-what has Foxly done?" Bonifacius asked slightly embarrassed.

"What do you mean!? I - I mean Foxly, has single handily... killed a lot of monsters... and stuff..."

"Aha...." Bonifacius looked to the rest of them.

"Wait, don't AHA me!"

"What about the rest of you?" Bonifacius asked confused.

"DON'T IGNORE ME!"

"No, I can't do this - I'll feel bad!" JohnWillStab relented.

Crown let out an irritated sigh "Oh, so he gets special treatment."

"Bullying Bony is going too far!" JohnWillStab complained.

Hoodie-guy appeared again.

"Heyy! About that whole soul-exchange deal... -" he began.

Lorb sighed "Fine, just drop them off here..." he sighed.

"Thanks so much! ~"

With a puff of smoke, Satan was replaced with roughly a dozen people, some of which not even belonging to the game.

"Hey! We were just getting started!" Bromy complained throwing some sort of bloody object down to the ground.

He was bathed in blood and a few streaks of white hair as well as an eye-patch.

He was dressed in a long, black, leather coat and his iconic hat, except it was decorated with what looked like teeth.

Everyone looked at the object on the ground and saw that it was, in fact, a spine.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" JohnWillStab, Bonifacius, Crown and Foxly demanded.

Olivionion stood up and marched up to Bromy, they exchanged a look for a while before performing a high-five.

"Good to see you back, boss!"

"Yeah, they got me just before the end." he laughed.

"Did everyone make it into the portal?"

"I think so." he shrugged.

"How long did you guys sit in hell for?!" JohnWillStab demanded.

"About three years," Bromy explained.

"WHAT!?"

"John, we have lives outside of what you say or do!"

"Sure you do..." he though.

"What the hell happened in there?!" Crown demanded seeing Bromy's changed appearance.

"Hm? Oh, the eyepatch is just for looks." he shrugged tossing it aside.

"As for the clothes, well, I needed to look the part whilst in hell."

"We staged a coup down in hell, many souls were annihilated, but I think it was for the best."

"While the main forces were taking the old portal to the central ring, the gang and I held off the enemy."

Bromy pointed at the spine still on the ground.

"I tore out one monster's spine and started beating another monster with it." he laughed.

"I can't believe I missed that!" Olivionion complained.

"Though I thought you were annihilated on the ship," Bromy said.

"The boat sank into the lava ocean, but Satan dragged me out here himself," Olivionion explained.

"Well, everyone thought your soul was either annihilated or worse, except for the boss, she was optimistically waiting for you to return so she could kick your ass." Bromy laughed, so did Olivionion.

"Oh yeah, whilst we're on the topic of the boss, she asked me to deliver a message if I see you," Bromy explained.

"Oh no..." Olivionion sighed, despite this, he was smiling.

Bromy took out a peace of paper from his sleeve and cleared his throat.

"Onion, you better wait for me in super hell so I can whoop your ass fair and square."

Olivionion grinned.

"As if I'd be the first to die." Olivionion laughed.

Bromy flipped the page around and spoke again.

"And if you say something like 'I wouldn't be the first to go' - keep in mind you sank into the lava with the ship, smiley-face with tongue out."

JohnWillStab interrupted the two "I'm sure the Bromy+Olivionion spinoff is fascinating, but can we get back to my story?"

"Yeah, how many more people are going to appear?" Crown asked.

"About ten-thousand."

"Since when did the game have ten-thousand players?!" Foxly demanded.

"Well, a certain SOMEONE made the NPCs appear here too." Lorb shrugged.

Both JohnWillStab and Crown averted their eyes down to the ground.

"Anyway, I guess I should start sending some of you down now." he sighed.

"Wait, where are we going to appear?" JohnWillStab asked.

"Dunno, don't care." he shrugged before snapping his fingers, leaving the room completely empty except for himself and the fancy chair.

Pedecree appeared in the centre of the room.

"What is this place?" he asked.

"Greeting, hero!" Lorb exclaimed.