[i]So I'm dead then... and there is no coming back... no chance in all hell... but then... how am I here?[/i] he thought, looking up to see the man holding his charred skull. Why? Why was he holding his skull... and better question... why the hell was he quoting Shakespeare? Seeing him plop the skull back down Josh rolled the dice again. Numberless. The skull, now laying atop the body of Josh himself disintegrated into dust and was blown away into the wind. Then he spoke.
[b]"Yes... I guess I am dead,"[/b] he spoke with determination and meaning, [b]"But that won't stop me any more. Now my mortal coil has been shuffled off I am free to progress how I want, without worry; without fear."[/b] and it was true. Throwing the dice into the air it landed on what could only be described as an invisible table. Then it rolled. Numberless, once again. The fires, the smoke and the dust from around circulated around Josh, only to become a blade of gas and dust. Maybe things would be different. Then, he spoke once again.
[b]"In my right hand the power of creation lies. There is the ability to make worlds and mold matter to my liking,"[/b] he continued, now with added intensity in his voice, [b]"And in my left the usurper of all. With this hand I bend and break everything around me, only to reform it later to my own design. With these two hands I will become an embodiment of everything I could not. In my hand I forge a blade. This blade is the combination of suffering, sadness and death. But here it is also equal parts joy, happiness and life. With this blade I carve the mortal world in twine and do away with all in my path. This is the path of the God I take, therefore this is the way the world shall be. No creature, living or dead can stand the power innate within being such as oneself, therefore I cast the spell that destroys the illusion we have created. Before we commence, we must first follow a writ of passage that condemns us on this path. Before we leave we destroy the chains that bind us; hold us to the ground and we will escape. "Not a whit, we defy augury. There is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it is now, tis not to come. If it is not to come, it be now. If it be not now, yet it will come; readiness is all."[/b] and with that he stepped forward, taking his dice and rolling once more. 1. Of course. The metal of the bus cracked and bent, the wind picked up and scattered the dust around. The burning intensified and the corpse turned to dust and scattered in the winds. The metal rusted and split, cracking into pieces only to then melt and evaporate. Gods don't bleed.