[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/QCgTnAH.png[/img][/center] [hr][@Zeroth]

Jason roared with fervor as the wave crashed down on him, biting, kicking and punching everything he could, violently fighting against the tide pulling at him from every angle. And then, there was nothing. He had been here before. Here in the endless void, he could see, hear, and feel nothing.  It was enough to nearly dive a man mad.

He could no longer feel his hands. Or his membrane. Or his fur. Or his magic. Or his wings. Or his skin. Or his scars.

Who was he?

He had been a man, yet was no longer.

He had been a slime, yet was no more.

He had lived and died twice now. 

And now, he was here again....

Just like before, a screen appeared, but it wasn't quite the same...  Some things were missing, and new choices were there. A Wisp. A Goblin. A Slime. A Pixie. A black screen split by a line of undulating static, like a clip of sound waves. A screen filled with a warm, comforting red glow that made him feel sleepy.

As he was about to select slime, he hesitated, could he go back? Or.... Was it a trick? As his gaze drifted across the other choices, the red light beckoned, trying to pull him in. Like a moth he began to be drawn into its hypnotic light, pulling himself away at the last moment. Finally, he made his choice, a blank slate; the box with a staticy line. He was Jason, and he was going to change this world.