Jor sighed. Normally you might expect a man who had just had experienced his own death to react less calmly than to simply comment, “Gotta be deja’vu.â€? And in nearly any other man you would be correct. Jor reacted to this situation in such a blasé manner because, to him, it was anything but out of the ordinary. Jor had experienced his own death no less than two hundred and thirty five times over the past two hundred and thirty five days, and with each new death Jor learned a new way to cheat fate.

Jor didn’t look at it like that; Jor looked at it more like fate was cheating him. This was not a man to gain the knowledge of how he was going to die and then do nothing but let it happen. Jor never resigned himself to his revealed fate. However, after cheating fate day after day for the better part of a year, the whole process was beginning to get annoying.

Jor wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve the ability to cheat death, but after this latest horrible demise, he figured it was high time he found out.