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Naaah, I say let it die

For most of them, there aren't any samples of cells that are healthy enough to be cloned. Mammoths are an exception (and in fact scientists managed to clone mammoth cells) because they can be found perfectly preserved in ice.

Just another nail in the coffin

He was the one shoving himself into lockers.

It's got a ton of characters, though the core of the few main protagonists are the ones with the most weight on the overall story.

It has VERY detailed wolrdbuilding and a complex plot that gets exposed bit by bit and you can only understand all of that if you replay the game and take different decisions leading to seeing different events. Be prepared to read a lot though, especially if you also want to play sidequests that involve the secondary characters.

The battle system is engaging with a lot of factors to consider when planning, including terrain effects, height and cover. It's also really unforgiving and putting yourself in a bad position can lead to someone in your group getting ganged upon and knocked out fast.

"Look at how awkward this genius is because he has to put up with so many dumb people, cause he's a genius and everyone else is dumb"

"We'll meet again, Spider-Maaaaan!"

Best I can suggest is to buy a bench made of plastic or similar materials and make sure it's braced to the wall and floor with enough waterproof adhesive to not move.

Creeper? Row, man.

The final boss for people with nut allergies

That's half a cassowary, holy shit.

"Well duh, it was so easy!"

"Still, can't believe it worked" the other janitor replied, dumping another crate of DVDs in the incinerator.

"So all they had to do was register a trademark on the scaly tosser, use it to make a movie so shitty everyone promptly forgot it even existed, and then just send a C&D to the owner of that website to take the page down. And we were throwing it into black holes and stuff."

"And the Sun. Don't forget that time with the Sun."

"Man, it sounds so stupid in hindsight."

"Speaking of which, did you actually watch the thing?"

"Yeah, they screened it at the cafeteria in Site 18 once. It's bad. Like, BAD bad. Makes Shark Exorcist look like Oscar bait by comparison. Half of the personnel just walked out halfway through."

His colleague burst out in a fit of laughter.

"What's so funny?"

"I just realized, if we want to keep the rights we'll have to make another one in a few decades."

I slam my fists on the hard ground. I scream. I shout. The truth, the memories have hit all at once.

I hear the chirping cackle of my jailor. He looks like a giant cricket with compound eyes, who always accompanies his speech with the screeching fiddling of his serrated legs.

"How was it this time?" he asks mockingly. I have gone limp.

I don't answer. Not that I need to. He knows my thoughts, he can read my soul like an open book. This time, I was born a woman in a middle-class family in Japan. I worked my ass off in school. At 18 I had moved to the US to go to college. At 26 I was an architect with a PhD. I had some success, founded my own firm, and wasn't left wanting for anything in life. At 67, a brain tumor took my life. I had spent my last hours surrounded by my husband, children and closest friends. But now I was back.

I lacked the strength to move. I didn't reply.

The first time, I thought it was clever of me. I could ask for anything, so I thought to ask to be reborn on Earth. I figured existing forever would get dull or drive me mad, so I thought it was even more clever of me to ask to not remember anything of my past lives when I started a new life.

But of course, they knew better. My sinful soul is always the same, no matter what I do with my new lives. I have been a saintly man who gave away everything he had to the sick and poor of his country, and was even canonized by the church for his virtues. The devil must have had a laugh at that, knowing God-fearing people were revering a man who was damned even before he was born. No, it doesn't matter if my new life is that of a saint or a monster, when my time is up I come back here.

And I remember.

The cracks in my mind spread and widen every time I return. Every time I realize the decades I just lived, the entire life I just went through, were merely a diversion for a cursed fool who was trying to cope with their own damnation. And as I lament my latest, meaningless life lived, I lose sight of the ones who came before. They blur and meld together, and I even lose track of which came before and which after. I can't even recall anything of my first one.

The jailor lets out a few chirping tuts, with a subtext of feigned impatience. It's a farce. He only has one job, and it is to torment me. Not by doing anything, no. All he has to do is wait for me to say those few words. But for a long time now, the silence before I eventually cave and say them is worse than any torture I could imagine.

It hurts more and more every time. I know that eventually I will lose all drive to go on. I will completely lose my mind and lay motionless here for eternity, my soul rotting in this pit.

I drag my head up to face him. It feels as if I had a boulder strung around my neck. My eyes are unfocused, I can barely see his mandibles twitch in anticipation. I push the words out of my throat, they scratch at my windpipe as I mouth them.

"I want...to go...again..."

The devil chirps affermatively. I feel a sense of hollowness, as if icy cold water was just pumped into my body. I know this is wrong. I know this will make it hurt even more the next time I come back. But I want a reprieve, any reprieve from this.

I feel relief as I sense my mind being wiped clean. I would hope this life was better than the others, so good it would give me the tiniest bit of solace afterwards, but the very concept of hope is so far divorced from me I struggle to even think the word.

I slip into blissful oblivion.

Criminally round

I sure did.

Definitely a must bookmark

Don't forget DL-6!

The first Place was great. The second one became cancerous with fanbases of youtubers and influencers flooding it and disrupting everywhere, and that one small time Twitch streamer who got his chat to spam his logo.

Other souls must be asking that guy: "How did you die?"
"Deez"

So when I'm being dragged back it's because I need to kill someone, gotcha.

Holy Försvarsmakten, Batman!