"So what you're saying is that I am dead!?" I ask the pretty guy sitting in an all-powerful chair while carrying a huge smirk on their face. "Yup, you definitely kicked the bucket after that one; what can I say? You asked for it." Oh my, well, doing an internet challenge was a bad idea, wasn't it??

  "So now what? Do I get to heaven or something?" I ask the man dressed in those white robes again, and the man answers with a simple comment that shuts me up for the time being. "You're not fit for heaven at all; your file suggests I should recycle your soul so you may purge all your sin."

  I knew it; after all I did in life, I doubted I would get to heaven so easily. I mean, why would I not? I wasn't a 'role model' girl or anything of the sort, but I also wouldn't say I was that bad, right? Making a couple of OF videos isn't so bad, is it?! Come on! I needed the money! Okay!? I didn't want to work, okay!? Okay!? Okay, Okay! OOOOKAY!

  Gosh, I feel so judged right now, and the worst part is that I probably deserve it even if I don't particularly find it that bad. "Recycle my soul? What does that even mean?" I ask the man in the robes again, but this time, rather than answer my question, the man simply looks at me, then at my file, then at me again.

  "What?" I ask the guy again after the fourth glance in a row, finally pushing him to answer me. "Nothing, I am just struggling to find any reason to give you a second chance at life; it's just that you don't have any redeeming qualities aside from rescuing hundreds of stray dogs."

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  Eh? Rescuing? Oh? Does he mean that fundraiser I helped promote that one time? Man, if that counts as doing good for myself, then you're giving me too much credit; all I did was repost the link on my Twitter profile once or twice. Although a second chance at life doesn't sound so bad,

  {Sigh} "I'll approve your redemption trial, but due to your very low soul value, the best I can do for you is to reincarnate you as a monster." Eh? Well, if that's the case, then recycle me; how bad could that be? "A monster? I'd rather get my soul recycled, thank you very much!"

  "I don't think you want that; the soul recycling process can last up to one hundred years in which you will feel nothing but insufferable amounts of pain until you finally vanish." Say less. I want to become a monster; what are you talking about, Mr. Saint of Reincarnations? Endless pain for one hundred years or becoming a monster, well, those are pretty options, are they!?

  "You're right! I want to redeem myself as a monster! Yes!" Oh fuck, as if I had a better option, it's either go at it as a monster or suffer for a hundred years. I will take being a monster. "I knew you would choose that instead, well then. I now grant you your redemption timeline! Try to survive as long as possible and do as many good deeds as you can if you wish to erase your bad karma debt!"

  And so this is how my story began in a flash after meeting with god or whoever that guy was to redeem my bad karma in another world as a monster.