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There's a dark skinned fellow with blond hair and beard sitting on the ground near the sign. Wearing dark clothes, army style boots, gloves, a green duster and sunglasses, he's a well built human who's been wandering about the Nexus for quite some time. He's answered a few questions, but now he finally has a few of his own. Toying with a leather strap in one hand, the piece jingling a bit with Maximal and Predacon marked military style dog-tags, he addresses the Nexus at large.
"Your life takes a bad turn at some point," he begins evenly, "And not long after, you die due to your own foolish decisions. Heaven will not take you. Yet too much of your life was spent doing good for you to be sentenced to Hell. You are given two choices... Wandering in a cursed body, trying to redeem yourself for an unspecified amount of time, not knowing when you'll finally get in that last good deed that will let you rest in peace. Or you can allow your god to reset your life, taking you back to a point in time before you mucked it all up to have another go at it, to get it right this time. Your true form will be restored, but once you go back, your memories after that point in time will be taken. If you fail again, it's to Hell with you. If you succeed, it's to Heaven to become a soldier in a celestial army.
"How do you choose?"
He lets that sink in a moment with whoever is listening before speaking again, a small smile overtaking his features. "And if that's too heavy for you, are you more comfortable surrounded by the natural world or by technology?"
"Your life takes a bad turn at some point," he begins evenly, "And not long after, you die due to your own foolish decisions. Heaven will not take you. Yet too much of your life was spent doing good for you to be sentenced to Hell. You are given two choices... Wandering in a cursed body, trying to redeem yourself for an unspecified amount of time, not knowing when you'll finally get in that last good deed that will let you rest in peace. Or you can allow your god to reset your life, taking you back to a point in time before you mucked it all up to have another go at it, to get it right this time. Your true form will be restored, but once you go back, your memories after that point in time will be taken. If you fail again, it's to Hell with you. If you succeed, it's to Heaven to become a soldier in a celestial army.
"How do you choose?"
He lets that sink in a moment with whoever is listening before speaking again, a small smile overtaking his features. "And if that's too heavy for you, are you more comfortable surrounded by the natural world or by technology?"