Alternate theory, we don't know whether the gods are choosing people based on the contents of their past life at all, beyond the whole, people that died too soon thing. For all we know they can't pull over the vast majority of people that die on earth and are literally just pulling through whoever they can.
There's also the thing about the deaths having to be random, which is just a little sus, either we're not being told everything and they're actively interfering to causing some of these deaths for whatever reason, or there are in fact rules regarding who can be brought over, and somewhat random cause of death happens to be a qualifying factor. Honestly, I'm leaning towards the first theory, it seems a bit strange that something like stabbing would be a qualifying factor, but only if the attack wasn't premeditated, that is unless the gods were in some way able to manipulate fate but not outright manipulate minds in which case it makes a bit more sense.
Alternatively, I don't have enough information right now and my wild speculations are way off base. Actually, it's almost certainly that last one.
It's seems there's some sort of process where souls of the dying and recently deceased show up to be interviewed, possibly waylaid by a god?
@Xaltwind@SilverPaw@Expendable I just happened to be checking through to see who's made final decisions on which deity they were picked up by, and happened to notice Dalton's current predicament.
*He grabs Drasil by the collar and shakes him, while pointing at Minami, Sakai, and Samantha with one trembling, sweaty hand*
Dalton: "I don't WANNA be a HAREM PROTAGONIST! I can't handle interpersonal conflicts!" *drops Drasil and backs away from the girls with crazy eyes* "I'm too introverted to live with multiple roommates! DON'T MAKE ME SHARE MY BATHROOM!"
"Ahem," says a voice, low to the ground. There's three badgers wearing pinstriped suits, two armed with tommy guns, and a giant badger wearing overalls and a jersey standing behind them with his arms crossed. All four of them are glowering at you, the one in front has a toothpick in the corner of his mouth, quivering in anger.
"What's all dis about 'arems and bathrooms?" Toothpick demands angrily, shaking his clenched paw at you. "Dis is da boss we're takin' about 'ere! Ain't no way dere's gonna be any 'arems or sharin' of bathrooms! You gotta go, dere's a porta-potty and a hose outside. Capisce?"
