You remember that story you started yesterday? Now that you've had a day to think about it, continue it.
And if you didn't start anything yesterday, go back and do that today. When you come by tomorrow, then you can carry on with it.
Yes, I'm being bossy. You know you like it.
"My name, my real name," the stranger said as he stood over my crumpled heap of a body, "is Reginald Evergreen. But, as I already mentioned..."
"That name means nothing to me," I heard myself say. The words sounded strange though, like echoes in a large, dark, unknown room.
"Yes, quite right."
He smiled again then, this Reginald fellow. And I realized, with a little jolt of surprise, that I was no longer angry. That I was no longer... anything, really.
"However," he added as he walked around my body, his hands clasped behind his back, "you will be most familiar with another name that I am known by."
"Who are you?" Again, that strange reverberation.
"My name is Death," he told me then. "And I have come to recruit you to my army."