One Step.

Two Steps.

Three Steps.

Four Steps. 

Pause.

          Glancing up, I watch as the orderly line shuffles forward. Taking another four steps forward, I pause. Only three steps to take so I better wait. It's not every day you get to reincarnate. Taking a deep breath, I shuffle another four steps forward. Only a few more meat bags in front of me. Itching at my rough prison clothes, I glare at the person in front. If glares could kill, she would've died at least four times by now. Taking another four steps forward, I watch as the lady in front of me starts talking with Luca. Slightly more than four minutes later, I shuffle forward.

Preferred name: Four Vier Birth Name: Don Blonde Status: Being Processed Reincarnations: Three Most Recent Karmic Value: Terrible Average Karmic Value: Terrible Best Karmic Value: Terrible Chosen Boon: Memory Retention Consequences Incurred: 

OCD (counting compulsion)(New)

Nightmares (Pain Enabled)

Distrust

Benefits Available: Minimum

          Smiling, I watch Luca read through my information. Coughing into my hand four times, I say, "Hey Luca, long time no see! You know the setup, I want to keep my personality and name. Nothing else matters." Sighing, Luca replies, "It's Lucas. You know you can actually be a good person if you forget and start over right? Maybe if you become a saint or something you might be able to get superpowers next time. Y'know, be a hero or something? Even a cool strong Villian is possible, but you need to be good for a life." Watching Luca with squinty eyes, I shake my head, "You know I won't. I don't need anything but me, myself, and my mind." Clenching his jaw, I watch as he arranges my reincarnation just like twice before and then staring at me. "Just get on with it Luca, I don't care about benefits or rewards. If I really cared, wouldn't I just join you here? Besides, life is good when it's challenging. I can't just let everything hand itself to me now can I?"

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          Watching Luca stamp my paperwork, I couldn't help smiling. I won't remember much in a few moments, but I'm sure it'll be all the same. This time I don't plan on dying early, It is the fourth time after all. Walking past Luca with my paperwork, A hand suddenly stops me. Glancing back at the second processor, I scowl. It's Eliz. She's the one who picked my consequences. "Hey, I went easier this time, but don't take that as a weakness. The next consequence will make your existence miserable you hear me?" Counting silently to four, I smile at her, "Why isn't it Eliz, the pedophile."

          Feeling the grip on my shoulder increasing in strength, I lick my lips. "Mr.Blonde, It's a common reaction for people to hate those that harm children. More so to those who use them first." I snort and try to shrug her off, but she yanks me backward. "You made them burn their parents and then stabbed them one by one! You are sick! I will give you something terrible like your nightmares again if you end up earning a terrible value again" She growls. Ignoring the dull ache from my shoulder, I mutter, "Duly noted, now please stop obstructing Luca's line." Pursing her lips, she pushes me away and turns back to her own line. 

          Sighing, I flex my shoulders and start to grin. Another life and another opportunity to enjoy life. Will this world be advanced? Primitive? Will I still be humanoid? Most importantly, will there be magic? So far, All of my worlds have been alternate versions of earth. One in the 20th century, one in the medieval ages, and one in the stone age. Not a single one had magic or even a hint of something extraterrestrial. To be perfectly honest, the medieval ages were the best. Cause some chaos and blame it on a widow and watch her burn. Steal and pillage in the name of the regional churches. Backstab, mug, and murder without any lasting consequences. Really, the lack of a unified police force made it easy to just leave town and continue having a blast.

          Stepping onto the ledge, I glance down into the abyss. Waiting for the three next to me to jump, I blink four times. Closing my eyes, I count to four. Ignoring the thrilling screams as people fall, I step off and plunge down into the nihil space. Into the unknown. With all kinds of hope, but not a single dream. Nihil, Latin for nothing. How ironic is it that everything I want is in nothing?