In Gears of a pocket Watch there is a world dedicated to the dearly departed where rules and regulations pretty much exist just as they do in the realm of the living guarded by Death or aka the Grim Reaper. As one man in particular, has indirectly made the Reaper's job especially difficult in ensnaring the man's soul. Thus, the man's stubbornness for lack of a better term, places Reaper's perfect harvest of soul's record in jeopardy.
In The Rotting Root of Evil, two men find themselves scrapping from the bottom of life's barrel. Both of them engaged not just in soul searching, but also for a one-way ticket ride out of their downtrodden existence. They are spurred on throughout their hellish reality by their own exasperated obsession with the eighty-proof bottle of highly intoxicating spirits.
In the end, for one of these men the call for easy money inspires and blossoms from within a great evil smothered in greed absconding one of them to the point of no return.
