NOTE: THIS STORY IS A WORK OF FICTION!
So please don't get offended. You'll see what I mean in a moment.
"So you're God?"
The benevolent figure with a beard down to his sandals nods affirmative. Around you is white, and not much else, making it hard to distinguish the white robe he is wearing from the rest of his body.
"Wow, I had no idea that you'd look like that I always thought-"
God puts his hand on his forehead and sighs. "Always with the same questions. 'Why do you exist?' 'So am I going to heaven?' 'Is there a Hell?' 'Will I see my dog fluffy again?' Even for an indescribably old being like me, it gets boring real fast. So because I have some other things to tell you, I'll let you ask me one question. One. Make it count." After you hesitate for a bit, he grows slightly irritated, "Fine, I'll let you know two things! Even as God, I'm not omnipotent. Nothing is. Now I know you think that omnipotence is a requirement for Godhood, but frankly, if I'm not God, no one in this universe is. And don't get me wrong, I'm very very powerful, just not all-powerful."
You're...Kind of shocked that God, supposedly a being of infinite love, mercy, and supposedly power, would react in such a way. As a matter of fact, you're not quite sure he's God. After all, his appearance is a little too stereotypical, and his reaction just now seemed designed to give the appearance of helpfulness while still keeping you in the dark about the situation you're in. Then again, you did die, and the place you're in is otherworldly enough to make the doubts you have about 'God' just doubts. Besides, if he is actually God, you really don't want to piss him off.
What Question will you ask him?
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After God is done answering your question, he says to you, "Now then, you're a good person. I can tell that just from the way you died. You're a bright young college boy, in the prime of your youth, and willing to give your life to a complete stranger. Therefore, I would like you to become a multiverse pilgrim. You see, the sum of reality is more than just our world. There are also different worlds, not infinite, thank the circumstances of reality for that. As a multiverse pilgrim, your orders are to travel to different realities and do the right thing. As for what the right thing is, well," He smiles, the first time you've seen a genuine smile on him since you got here, "You won't have to worry about it much. You're a good person after all."
5 doors appear in front of you. One is labeled B, and has an enormous sword attached to it. How could anyone open the door with that thing, much less use it in combat? It's like a slab of metal! The second one is labeled Ba, and has a red circle being surrounded by darkness, kind of like a door-sized evil version of the Japanese flag. The third door is labeled F, and has the French tricolor on it. The fourth door is labeled Y and has a seal depicting another sword surrounded by forestry. The last door is labeled S, and has a seal with two katanas crossing each other. "These doors lead to different worlds in different time periods. You will automatically be able to speak whatever language I feel is most useful to you during the time. If you die in a world, you will be barred reentry into it until all the beings alive during your final breath in that world are dead."
You're still hesitant about this whole thing, but a part of you -A big part- Wants this to happen. Gathering your courage, you enter one of the doors.
[ ] B
[ ] Ba
[ ] F
[ ] Y
[ ] S