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I had Mizal overlook my first page awhile back but never got around to writing it any further. Like all the ideas I've been putting it's never gotten too far. Well fuck it, time to get writing to replace my infamy of that shitty 4/8 love story I wrote, here I go.

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Stats:

Pages Written 7/?????

Routes complete 0/?????

Chapters complete 000/???

Goal   Page/2 days

The streets are empty in the Gilroy Estates each night as everyone retires to their respective luxurious home to get some rest in hopes for what the next day will bring. Yet like every community in the world there are those who awaken in the darkness with the enjoyment of the quietness it brings.

There are those who enjoy the beating sun and those who like the smell of rain. Then there are those who welcome the gentle light of the moon that watches over their nightly deeds. For that it is Marco. A man who takes his chances at night for it is the safest each day. For Marco takes each afternoon to take shelter in the Gilroy Estates with the disguise of one who cleans. A man is a loose term for Marco as it tailors only to his gender and tosses the species aspect.

Marco is a Reaper.

The theory that there is only one Reaper that scythes those ready to die down and drags them to hell gives all Reapers a distasteful relationship with the fools that are clouded in their Religion to see the more practical aspect of this job. In which multiple reapers are needed to keep track of those that are still walking the Earth.

You were tasked by your higher upper in overseeing this community deeply routed in the Christian faith. You were to give the life spans on those who lived in the area and cut short the lives of anyone you deemed unfit to continue their journey on Earth.

This had pissed you off as most reapers were overseeing entire districts of cities leaving you a laughing stock whenever you brought up your little area to whomever other Reaper you had the unfortunate chance of encountering. There are many reaper positions to be filled around the world with a high demand from dead souls that want a better head start in their next life.

Those who take a job as a reaper must kill a required amount of people per year depending on the size of the area they oversee. After working for a good amount of time, reapers are repaid with reincarnation or a good villa in heaven. Whatever suits their fancy. It's like that prize booth at arcades with the higher amount of tickets deems a better reward. A unlucky soul like you was given the disguise of the communities gardener to oversee the homeowners. They gave you a little badge labeled "Beauty Specialist" and everything.

You thought it was a fucking shitty position though as you had to do twice the work as a normal reaper would do who usually was disguised as a manager or supervisor of a business. Everyone in the community also was super curious on the "Minority" cleaning their entire neighborhood. They all seemed to like to chirp in on their lives as you did your daily duties of cleaning and maintaining. Especially Bob. You've had just enough of hearing Bob talk about the daily sermons he frequented and the love for Jesus Christ that every sane man should share.

You know where the fuck Jesus is now. He and Abraham are overseeing the red-light district in Amsterdam. Lucky ass-kissing bastards.

"Morning Marco! See you've been tending the neighborhood nicely lately."Bob compliments in a cheery tone as you rake the leaves starting to accumulate with fall weather setting in. "Just doing my job." You grunt as you get ready to fill another bag worth of leaves.

"Say I know you don't live in the community but you should really come to the Sunday Services. Everyone here would love to see you attend at least one." This would have to be around the third time Bob has asked you to attend a Service showing that he couldn't take a hint.

Now as you would usually make a excuse and that would be the end of the conversation you were a bit bored when it came to this Sunday as your best friend Rick had been banished to the void after making a immortal harem of all the attractive women he was overseeing at a country club. There went your weekend golf and pool sessions. You sigh as you tie a knot and thrust the filled bag into the mini dumpster you were wheeling.

Fixed mistake of it being nighttime in the beginning of the story and Marco talking to Bob and doing his duties during the day.

Got 3 more pages done in a week. Starting the essential plot line.

Working on three love interests, two female, one male.

Tweaking Marcos Personality.

Working on Health System in Act 2.

Humanity Counter to be added

Since weebful harem started to give me ebola from anime overdose I decided to come back to this.

1768 words so far

Things to do

-Make Marco a lot more docile in his personality, since he needs to do a lot more ass kissing to his superiors for some amazing rewards.

ridding any other personality all together. Reapers need to be hollow.

-Going forward with the male romance route that I had been dodging for a time.

-Getting a humanity counter in the works since I need to get some score without using AE.

Making one of the love interests more jovial to try to be a ying-yang to the reaper.

Adding in a lot more characters for there has to be many reaping in order to fill the quota.

Maybe adding another reaper-esque romance path since my other story had embedded romance into anything i write.

More description, not going for the black robe but something equally as sinsister.

More horror to balance the comedy that this is turning into unfortunately.