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Back in the day in the 90's it was common for kids to sell their souls for stuff like trading cards or borrowing a game. I'll never forget selling my soul to a kid named Jimmy for some gum.

Last piece of gum I'll ever have. Now I'll never get into heaven.

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  • At my first job when I was a teenager, when my coworkers wanted me to take/trade shifts for them, I'd make them sell me their souls. I'd make them sign a contract and then get two other coworkers to sign off as witnesses. I wound up owning at least three people's souls at that job.

    One of them died in a skateboarding accident some time shortly after high school and I really hope I didn't doom the poor guy to an afterlife of following me around and waiting to be released from the contract. Even if he was a mildly insufferable Beatles fan.

    • One of them died in a skateboarding accident some time shortly after high school and I really hope I didn't doom the poor guy to an afterlife of following me around and waiting to be released from the contract. Even if he was a mildly insufferable Beatles fan.

      uh oh you need to release his soul

      • What if I do that and he ends up having to deal with a bunch of Mormons? He hated Mormons. What if he's just chilling in the (Mormon-free) Soul Cairn, safe in the knowledge that the jackass who bound him there doesn't have access to an enchanting table, so there's no chance of getting vaporized into Ideal Masters chow?

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