Fantasy

Everyone wants a second chance until they're trapped in an impossible loop.
    Grey wasn't one to lust after redos. He lived life with his heart on his sleeve and a pep in his step, but the universe had other plans for him, plans that started with a knife in the gut and a survival game show warring alien races used to take the edge off.
    The good news was that his new Spirit, Prometheus, didn't ask him whether he wanted a redo or not before it yanked his soul back in time and whiplashed it with the worst case of déjà vu he had ever experienced.
    The bad news was that the producers of this stupid survival game show had for some reason chosen to target him.
    The robot arms meant to fit his Nexis Suit glitched, and now he couldn't communicate with their damned system. To make matters worse, they were painting him out to be some streaking, perverted madman all because the viewers found it hilarious.
    No system. No stats. No rewards.
    He was stuck in this hellscape with the strength of a human and no way to improve. All he could do was die. And die again. And then die again.
    He'd be damned if he didn't piss on every one of their graves.
    [Warning. Obscene gesture detected]
    [This is your first warning. If there is a second—]
    “FUCK YOU!”
    [Prometheus Initializing...]
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