[ WP ] You had set in motion a series of events that lead to the destruction of human civilisation . You are given a chance to go back in time and right your wrong . You fail . You are given a chance to go back in time and right your wrong . You fail ... This is the 367th cycle .

The rumble of thunder and flash of lightning lost its awe long ago, Tazbin thought as he waited patiently for the show to end, thinking through his next actions. Start strong, he told himself, go for the- 
 
 `` What makes you think it'll work this time?'' God interrupted his thoughts, nose behind a newspaper. Tazbin frowned at the seated man. `` Defeating an entire squadron of 50-'' 
 
 `` 47,'' Tazbin said. 
 
 `` - with just a spear? It wo n't work.'' God finished, lowering the paper. 
 
 `` I know their moves, for the most part.'' Tazbin said. `` The squad leader always starts with an order to flank, sending three men to the left and three to the right. The first in line at the right lunges low while-'' 
 
 `` Yet, 366 times, you've died.'' God said. `` Change the strategy, you fool.'' 
 
 `` You're the God that-'' 
 
 `` For the last time,'' He interrupted yet again, `` I'm no God. Just a man.'' 
 
 Tazbin smiled. `` Of course. Anyway, you're the *man* sending me directly in front of the squad, not even giving me a chance to hide from their sight.'' 
 
 `` You know their formation, you know it fights poorly against those that run.'' 
 
 `` Retreat?'' Tazbin asked, face stoic amid the flashes of lighting. `` You think the only son of Zandus would *retreat*?'' 
 
 `` The only reason Azmir went to war with the Nozgathians is because a squad of theirs killed you, an Azmir Prince.'' God lifted the paper again, covering his face. `` Suck up your pride and run home to your father, tell him you got lost in the woods, and the world will be at peace. Relatively...'' 
 
 Tazbin blinked. `` I'm no coward.'' 
 
 `` A leader does what's best for his people, not himself.'' 
 
 Tazbin took a deep breath in and shook his head. `` I killed 12 last time.'' 
 
 God lowered the paper once more and stared at Tazbin. 
 
 `` Very well.'' The Prince said, still unsure of what to do. `` Send me back.''
