Madness string 93117

Random mermaid
Behold the true treasure, a perfectly cylindrical cob that has surely passed, not through a corn hole, nor a tube hole, but an interdimensional wormhole carrying a cryptic message from the future. Just look how round it is. Only future things are so round.
I gave her a choice, the same choice I was forced to make when I first came to these worlds. The same choice all reapers must make, the choice our deathdealers give their lives to make. We submit, that we may live, because it is the only option we have. But this is not free will; from the moment we give our names, our will is not our own. And yet we must, and it's not fair, it's not right, it's not just, but such is the nature of the world we live in, and the god we chose to serve.