Steve was a conman, well more importantly he was a forger. His main focus were shipping papers, permits and ids. He made a killing working for shady characters like armsdealers and druglords all over the world by smuggeling their wares. He was the best there is. However one day he made the fatal mistake to Transport both arms and drugs at the same time and for two diffrent clients. Lets just say they weren´t happy seeing each other.

Moments later Steve found himself in a Scene best compared to his personal hell: Weapons he was selling were used to kill his Clients and his Crew while he tried to hiede himself in the dense fog like mist of cocain.

'Well I guess thats what happens when you try to max profits by having both pay the full shippingprice'

He still wasn´t concerned as when one side eventually wins they would still require his Services for the next shippment. That was until he died. Death by cocainmist.

Now Steve woke up in an 80' style office building. People - himself included sat in chairs with nummercards in their hands. His number was 3.141. Every so often some people in white clothing would come out of one of the offcie doors and help someone through the same doors.

'I thought I was in Sierra Leone. A dream then? Wow, I can´t remember having such a lucid dream so far. Why is it so crappy? Well gotta be the cocain. I must have inhaled a hughe dose of it. That stuff seriously messes with your brain if you start dreaming about stupid bureaucracy.'

Though Steve deal with drugs he had never been an addict, hence he did not notice the not quite so suddle diffrences from a drug anduced dream and his current situation.

"3.141"

Steve looked up at two men dressed in white.

"Yes, that would me", Steve said."Whats this about?"

"Oh we got a live one, the Boss is gonna be happy. Don´t worry this won´t take to long." Said the one on the right.

Steve follwed them as they ushered him into a a kind of interview room. Behind the desk in the dimmly lit room sat a impressive bearlike man with a stern expression on his face.

'Calm down this is just a dream. No Need to panic. This is not interpole or the coastguard. Just a dream. Lets just play along and make it intresting.'

"Number?", boomed the voice of the bear sitting across the table.

"3.141, but my Name is Steve Tabernacle. Mr.?"

"Oh we got a live one. My name is Trieste. I will be your guide"

' Is this like a running joke around here. I always thought better of my self -.-'

"Well lets get down to business. You are dead. You died by a cocain overdose. Quite the stupid thing to do. But well looing at your profile the other options were not so nice as well. `Death my torture, Death my boodloss after loosing all limbs or death by beeing squashed slowly as a create falls on you in turbulent sees.`

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Now that we got that out of our way. Today is your lucky day. Usally scumbags like you would fall in the 9th cricle of hell, but with the recent influx of druggies afterlive adminestrations has created a new devision. Since drugs tend to destroy to mutch of the brain we can´t usally interrogate them of torture them hence they are given a sort of demilife to prove themselves. However as you are dead by the very first dose you can pic for your selve. Lets see what a vailible"

"Hold on a sec there! I´m alive you hear me. This dream just got to crappy. I get the message subconcessness now lets wake up and enjoy onother drugfree day."

'Ah right it´s one of those guys. A dream, as usal. Lets just have him choose and get this over with. I´ll just ignore his bickering.' thought Trieste.

"Allright here we go. Obiously no live creature, you gotta earn that. So we have spirts left. What would you like: We have a vailible elementals, spirt weapons, bound spirts and magic system jobs."

Class: ElementalBecome one of the millions of elementals out there. Warning: Though elementals are quite powerfull they will first need training and then be choosen among the billions of spirits by a magician. May evolve to be selfsufician.

[tds][b]Class: Spirit weapon

Become one of the rare spirit weapons. The more poeple train with you in hand the more abilities will you gain. Uppon breaking or changing partners you will loose all Levels but retain skills. May evolve to be selfsufician.

[tds][b]Class: Bound spirt

Become a spirt bound to a place.

[tds][b]Class: Magic system[tds][b]

Become a magic system Controller and assist magicians and beasts in their usage of magic.

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'What the! Well guess I just gotta play along'

" I´ll take the spirtit waepon."

" in that case I´ll skipp the rest of the intro for later as a good Slot just opend up for you."