mandalus :: the city of fates.

[ Alive. Dead. Alive. Dead. Alive. Eventually the universe, the multiverse or whatever powers that fucking be will make their minds up about whether Gene is supposed to be living or dead. And he really hopes if there is a next time there isn't a shotgun involved. Seriously, twice is enough times to die by having half his face blasted off by a shotgun.

When he comes too, he doesn't recognise the woods he finds himself in, nor does he recognise the figures around him - C'Meni priests and priestesses to be exact. That… probably explains the very poofy, very girly robes that under any other circumstances Gene wouldn’t be caught dead in – excuse the pun...

His head is still a little fuzzy. Hang on, hang on. Oh, right. He remembers. Bloody cultists. ]

The drag queen look really necessary? [ Whether he's talking to the C'Meni, himself or the camera is unclear. He makes a move to get to his feet only to fail, spectacularly. Apparently his brain is in gear but his legs are not. ]

Oh, you're bloody kidding me! Couldn't've brought me back in full working order? Thanks for ruddy nothing...

Oi, you lot out there... [Hi there, Mandalus folk! Your beloved DCI is back! ] Little 'elp here?