"Well.. I guess I'm dead, Tis a shame." Shaking my head at the catastrophe, I proceed to glare and ask at the old man in front of me, sipping his orange juice in a teacup. "So? What do you have to say?" 

The old man puts his teacup down, adjusts his monocle and stands up. He begins... "I, the great God of orange juice had accidentally killed you, so I...""offer me another life in a brand new world right?" I finish off his sentence for him.

"...indeed." The old man sits down and adjusts his monocle again. "I will also give you one skill, although my divine powers and believers are quite minimal so it won't be the best, keep that in mind." I nod, "sure, so just hurry up with it pls, my skill, how about flying? sound good? Like a bird."

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"hmm... That seems manageable, okay, sure, to save you some trouble you'll already be born when you arrive." The old man nods as a blob of orange light flies out of his teacup and straight up my nostrils, "gee thanks" I say as I feel my soul start to depart and I lose consciousness.

okay, new life... here I come! I open my eyes and embrace the world with my brand new tiny arm- wings! They're wings! Hoho! Wings! Hoho! Crap... I knew that went way too well to be true.

as a cry broke out through the harpy island, a certain divine being worshipped due to orange juice snickered as he so smugly bragged to himself, "having him take over a harpy was easy, well, at least I gave him a noodle.."