Staring at a stack of forms three feet high, Death feels something he hasn’t felt in eons: He grabs his scythe, dusty and notched, and steps out of his office. He isn't just going on a business trip; he’s going on a rampage.
Death wasn’t supposed to be a desk job. In the beginning, —known to his few friends as Thanatos and to his HR department as "The Boss"—was a hands-on reaper. He enjoyed the crisp autumn air of a soul collection and the honest weight of a scythe in his hand. But as the world’s population exploded, the paperwork followed. He founded Death Inc. to streamline the inevitable, hiring Sorrows and Thanes to handle the reaping while he managed the spreadsheets. Have a Nice Death Free Download
To fix the world, he has to slash through his own departments: Staring at a stack of forms three feet
In the , he confronts the messy reality of his own creations. In the beginning, —known to his few friends