"Ugh... my head... where am I?"
The man asks, sitting up in this strange place. His robes were worn and dusty, his glasses tilted sideways. He blinked as he realized he could see way better than before. Weird. Last he checked, he died from some assassin trying to get to His God, The Pharaoh. Guess he just got knocked out for a while.
He flinched when he found himself next to a strange, metal contraption. It had wheels made of rubber and glass and was shaped very strangely. He rubbed his temples, trying to figure out what's going on here. This didn't seem like Egypt.
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Name?
"Sepah."
Age?
"Well- I was 22 last I checked. Though... I think it may have been a while."
Job?
"Chief Financial Officer under Pharaoh Alexander the Great."
Sexuality?
"What?"
Romantic orientation?
"... again. What?"












