'You could say i had a fulfilled life and I have done everything I'd like to do, but that would be a blatant lie, because there is still so much i could have done.'
I died at the age of 107 years, and in my opinion, if i weren't caged in this brittle old body , I would have wanted to live many more years.
I passed quietly in my sleep and even the machines, which kept me alive for the last 2 years, couldn't keep my body running anymore.
I was sucked out of my body and into a giant black void. After what seemed like an eternity floating through the nothingness i appeared before a golden throne.On it sat a shining beauty in a white robe. She has an angelic face ,long golden hair, fair skin and could be considered beautiful except for her non existent breast and a way to masculine build.
"I am Hera, godess of Justice and Order. Kneel Mortal." 'Hmm... Maybe ... Nope'. I looked at here with a pokerface and did nothing.Suddenly a immense force pressed down on to my shoulders and forced me to my knees.
She looked at me with disdain and said, "Rex, for your crimes of murder, slaugther , extortion, exploiting your means of power as the king of "Bacon" i sentence you to 1000 years of reincarnation as one of the many powerless and oppressed people. You will each time be fully aware of your former life's and except for your initial setup in each reincarnation and having your right to get a blessing from any god denied. In 1000 years if I deem you have learned your lesson and you have gone enough good deeds you may pass on to the afterlife. You will be reincarnated into the world of "Pangea", which has a concept of magic contrary to your former world and at the Age of 1 every child gets a blessing from at least one god.
Like the gods in your former world we are also prohibited from direct interference with you mortals, but we can indirectly help with small favors giving small advantages."
After the last word the throne started to fade and everthing went black again.
After that I reincarnated many times almost always dieing in my first few years.
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From that I formed a theory the better my starting position, the sooner and crueller my death and the lower it was the longer I lived.
I'll give you 3 examples.
In one of my first 10 reincarnation's I was born as the son of a well off merchant family, except my father was abusive and my mother was addicted to "Pixiedust"; a synthetic drug in this world. They both didn't really care about me and after just 9 weeks due to an other beating session through that bastard of a father suplemented with malnutrition I died.
In one of the later reincarnations I was born into a noble family. My Mother loved me , but my father I never got to see.
I died after 3 days. My parents we're busy with their daily life and as such I got taken care of by a hired nanny or better said hired assassin. She fed me a slow, tasteless poison with the milkbottle and after a full day of excruiting pain, I died suffocating after my lungs stopped working. Meanwhile my Nanny vanished.
In an other reincarnation I was born as a stuttering hunchback with a paralyzed leg in the slums of Istelgard. I lived 19 years and died one cold winter under a bridge.
And if your wondering by now why I am so stupid and won't just commit suicide on a bad setup. Well I did, 2 times. But if I do commit suicide, I always get one of the worst setups and also evey time I suicide, I get a little eternity in the black void between my reincarnations as punishment. Thus I avoided suicides and yeah going up to a noble and swearing at him to get killed counts as suicide.
And now coming to my momentary reincarnation.
I was born to a fair elven maiden raped by my brutish father Kral'Thrzug the warchief of the "All'Thrzug" orc clan and I am like my mother a slave for the clan.
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