Chapter 1

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Sooo…

I died.

Of old age to be exact, I didn't save a girl from a car, get bombed or got mistakenly killed by God.

And no, I wasn't a virgin… even though I got 0 bitches.

And now I'm staring at God as he gave me a paper…

[You're getting reincarnated, good for you.

Place of reincarnation: Twilight.

Pick a race: ----]

Pretty cliché, right? Well, that's obvious…

Buut, I'm not complaining… after all, Twilight is pretty good unless you get extremely unlucky, or are retarded.

I, my name is Orion by the way, am not retarded.

I look at God and ask, "I can pick ANY race?"

He just nods… and I rub my hands together while in my mind I am being extremely evil and cunning.

'Gooood, let the hate flow through me…'

And OF COURSE, I pick a completely bullshit race, that doesn't even exist.

This was my paper after I wrote my choice:

[You're getting reincarnated, good for you.

Place of reincarnation: Twilight.

Pick a race: Techno-Organic Dragonoid shifter] (pic in paragrapgh comments)

I give the paper to God as he looks at it for a moment before waving his hand.

"Goodbye," he says simply.

"Snap into a slim-jim ye-" with my last words I stained God's realm with shitty comedy.