He stood at the apex of humanity and looked down upon it all. He had challenged everything humanity had to offer and came out on top. He grew cocky, and unsatisfied, thought himself unbeatable. Long story short, he challenged the gods and lost. Before he perished he, like many others before him, abandoned his body, attempting to reincarnate in a different one. He planned to bide his time,regain his lost power, and get his revenge. Long story short again, they followed his soul to his new body, sealed his memories, and banished him to a dimension outside of time. I mean what kind of gods would they be if they couldn't find one measly soul.   This is the story of Hal, his escape, and his journey to find meaning in his life. I'm going to apologize now for the sporadic updates, because it's gonna happen. This is going to be my first story, and I'm still trying to get the hang of this whole writing thing. I'd really appreciate any and all encouragement, errors you find, and suggestions to make the story better.