As Tangero opened his eyes, he found himself in a strange white space, unable to discern any physical boundaries or objects around him. He could feel a warm light enveloping him, and he heard a voice speaking to him. The voice said, "Welcome, Tangero. It's time."
Tangero was confused and disoriented, not understanding what was happening to him. He tried to look around and call out, but he realized he didn't have a physical body. The voice continued, "You have passed on, and this is the afterlife. Don't worry, everything will be explained to you soon."
Tangero felt a sense of fear and apprehension wash over him. He wondered what would happen to his family and friends, and he thought about all the things he still wanted to do in life. The voice seemed to sense his anxiety and said, "Don't worry, Tangero. Your loved ones will be taken care of, and you will have a new purpose here. You have done well in your life, and you have much to contribute to this world."
Tangero didn't know what to make of it, but he felt a strange sense of peace and acceptance wash over him. He wondered what lay ahead for him in this afterlife and what he could do to help others. He took a deep breath and prepared to listen to what the voice had to say.
As Tangero was in the afterlife, he heard a voice repeating, "In war, the first casualty is truth." The words echoed in his mind, and he realized he had been warned about the dangers.
As the first voice kept repeating "in war the first casualty is truth," another comical male voice suddenly interrupted, "Zip it, truth girl! Let the kid have his moment." The voice sounded playful and mischievous, as if he was making a joke out of the serious situation. Tangero couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, despite the circumstances.
The other voice replied, "Excuse me, I was just trying to impart some wisdom here. Unlike you, who just goes around causing chaos and destruction."
Voice 1: "You know what they say, in war the first casualty is truth!"
Voice 2: "Oh, will you zip it already? Nobody wants to hear your tired old crap."
Voice 1: "Hey, I'll have you know that's a timeless piece of wisdom."
Voice 2: "Timeless? More like tired and overused. Come up with something original for once."
Voice 1: "Oh please, like you could do any better."
Voice 2: "Watch me. How about this: 'In war, the first thing to go out the window is common sense.'"
Voice 1: "Ha! That's not even accurate."
Voice 2: "Hey, it's still better than your tired old crap."
Voice 1: "Fine, you win this round. But I'll come up with something even better next time."
Tangero tried to interrupt the banter, "Excuse me, but can we focus on where I am and what's going on?"
The first voice replied, "Oh, right. Welcome to the afterlife, Tangero. I'm Truth, the first casualty of war, as I've said before."
The second voice chimed in, "And I'm the one and only Ares, God of War, here to make your afterlife experience the best it can be."
Tangero looked at Ares skeptically, "You're the God of War? You seem more like the god of jokes."
Ares laughed, "Well, I have to keep things interesting around here, don't I?"
Truth interjected, "And I have to keep things honest. So, Tangero, what brings you to the afterlife?"
Tangero sighed, "I was stabbed in the chest and died."
Ares joked, "Ah, so you got a little stabby-stabby, did you?"
Tangero glared at Ares, "Can you be serious for one moment?"
Ares feigned offense, "Hey, I take my job as a god seriously. It's just that, well, death can be a bit dull if we don't spice things up a bit."
Truth cut in, "Ares, stop trying to distract Tangero. We need to figure out what his fate will be."
Ares groaned, "Fine, fine. Always the buzzkill, Truth."
Tangero looked between the two voices, "What do you mean my fate? What's going to happen to me?"