I consider myself a being of basic tastes, as in it does not take much to make me happy. Give me a friend, some food, water and a place to sleep... and I shall be content for the rest of my life. Though my experiences in this life so far have been anything but simple.
I have visited many wondrous, beautiful places that even Picasso would give his hands for, tasted food five-star chefs would tear out their own spleens for, met people of such influence that politicians would literally sell their own family to even bask in their presence, wielded weapons that would shame even that arrogant braggart Gilgamesh along with a band of allies that can conquer entire worlds... But I digress.
My apologies, I forgot to introduce myself. You may call me... Cyte (sight). The one responsible for your second chance.
This is not my story... well, not solely mine.
This is your story; and it is my duty to make you better that you currently are. Considering you are almost dead... holding up my end of the bargain will be quite easy. I really do not want to be indebted to a primitive...
So, Tell me, What was the last thing you remember?
this vote determines the universe
[ ] Nothing 'such misfortune!'
[ ] Running away from a crazed man in blue
[ ] Training 'accident'
[ ] Something from a myth ripping out your heart
[ ] A Fistful of Lightning He is my tool
[ ] A horde of metal zombies Shepard was right...
[ ] Demons everywhere A friend of the Horadrim
[ ] A freak accident no, no it was not
[ ] Someone new [aside from the pre-made choices]
-[ ] Write in
Before I forget, the next part of the healing process will be... excruciatingly agonizing, will make you eat like you are starving, sleep like the dead (oh sorry, bad joke), and gives you gas. Just letting you know in advance. Fixing death has its price.