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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Fenris" data-source="post: 2656287" data-attributes="member: 2820">Likewise, those players who love to see the twists and turns Phoenix so loving puts in his games should avoid reading this post as well since it will refer to the above spoiler block.Phoenix, Master of Metropolis:[sblock] Jovik's head reeled. Had it even been twenty-four hours yet since this had all started. His head raced to process all that Wasp was telling him. He wasn't stupid, you don't survive in the alleys, being stupid, but he wasn't used to thinking on this scale, this magnitude of time and space. But at least Wasp seemed to have answers, and that was good. He didn't yet know all that was going on, but it was slowly crystalizing in his head and he had Wasp, or at least the boy (or man, he wasn't sure now) that used to be Wasp and could get more answers. "Alright Wasp, you seem to know more about what is going on around here than I do. But I will tell you why I am not dead, which may frighten you more. When Rashul and his cronies came in, I tried to bribe them. Suddenly the room grew pale and a mist arose. Mighty Zsath appeared and told me I was dead, that Rashul had slit my throat. Well you know how well I must have taken that. I refuse to believe him and argued with him. I grew angry that he was taking me and drew my sword and struck at him. I didn't know that it should have been a futile attempt to strike a god. But I had had it up to here with magic that day and didnt really believe it was Zsath, I hadn't heard of him. So I struck at Zsath with my blade. Ever seen a god die Wasp? I have. Boy was he surprised. I managed to crawl back and find my body, somehow fusing my soul with it again. I had no mark nor scar no wound to indicate I had been attacked. So I figured that it wasn't Zsath, but some other mystical hallucination. Well, later, come to find out people aren't dying. You cut 'em, stab 'em and they just stand there like nothing happened, and they keep coming. Like these damn yellow men here, you have to stomp 'em into goo to keep them down! So it seems that I have killed Zsath the Banker of Souls. There, that ought to age you a bit " say the Jackal with a smile."Now, there are a whole bunch of people back there slaughtering yellow-robes. But seems like we need not to attack the body but the head. Do you know where, hell or when we can find the head guy or how to stop him? If you remember what is to come we can stop it from happening right? Since things are different now?""You know I had a crazy thought, remember that weird street preacher we kept stealing coins out of his hat? What was that he talked about? Reinforcement, No reincarceration, definitely No. Reincarnation, yeah that was it. Well maybe Zsath takes all these souls away and once there the come back to be re-born as babies. Maybe since I killed him they can't come back? Or maybe since I have killed him he can't remove the souls from Metropolis anymore and the souls can find new homes in little babies and the city won't be sterile?" Jovik smiles a bit at his metaphysical epiphany.As The Jackal works the lock to free Wasp he says "So what do I need to do to help you? To help Metropolis?"[/sblock]</blockquote>

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