"YOU ARE CARL, MALE, HUMAN, AND YOU WERE A FARMER, BEFORE YOU DECIDED TO TRAVEL," said Death.

You nodded. "That is correct," you said.

"SWARMED AND EATEN BY LARGE RATS," said Death. "ANNOYING."

"So, what does that mean?" you asked.

"GOOD NEWS IS, YOU CAN EASILY LOCATE YOUR PERSONAL KNIFE, AND COINS," said Death. "BAD NEWS IS, THOSE THINGS ATE EVERYTHING ELSE. NO SHEATH, BELT, OR MONEY POUCH."

"So, what does that do for me?" you asked.

"I CAN REFORM YOU AS YOU WERE, OR, I CAN GIVE YOU A WHOLE NEW FORM," said Death. "IN ANY CASE, YOU'D JUST HAVE A KNIFE, AND SOME COINS. NO CLOTHES, NO FOOD, AND IT'S GOING TO RAIN SOON. THANKFULLY, A RAT-FREE SHELTER IS NEARBY, THOUGH YOU WILL NEED TO DEAL WITH THE OWNER."

"I see," you said.

"SO, WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO?" Death asked.