#sinnersstarter

Zai wasn't eager to admit that life at New Olympia was far exceeding the one of splendor he built for himself back on earth. Sure, he was still young, but had worked his ass off to become a formidable South African war criminal. High rise condos, cars, jewels and any other worldly possession was his to claim. The cost; finishing a game that he felt had barely started.

In this place, taking the low road wasn't only a choice, but encouraged. When the followers touched him and dragged him in for kisses, it was because they wanted to, not because they entered his bubble of fear, control, and money. To them, he wasn't only a good person, but the best. For being crude and devastating. Selfish. Some might describe this feeling as being at home, but... this wasn't home. Zai's home was a place he seldom reflected on or planned to soon return.

While perception remained one of his superpowers, attention strayed to the pack of fries and box of chicken before him. He snacked casually without batting an eye. With or without the Dark Bishops special wakey-wakey elixir, Zai was drawn to the late to early hours. The fun. The pleasure. The potential for violence.

Sensing a demigod close by, Zai's crocodile tail whipped into the aisle instinctively. Blocking the soul who either wished to pass or address him personally. "Welcome to Pleasure Island." Zai offered a cutting grin, both green eyes practically glowing with delight. "'least that's what I would've called it.

You couldn't be the squeamish type..." Zai suggested. Anyone who took such branding like a champ deserved some credit. "but can you chat about blood and guts over a meal?"

When given the permission to choose their own rooms, Henri didn’t waste a single second before rushing past the crowd to pick the very best one. Real estate rules emphasized the importance of location, and Henri wanted to be in a prime position to ensure his journey to godhood was met with as little inconvenience as possible. That meant his bedchambers had to be elite and surpass all expectations. Down a long corridor, he found a space much to his liking. Unfortunately, another demigod was clearly in front of him with the very same idea. Refusing to be bested this early on in the game, Henri utilized his newest unique ability and vanished in a puff of multi-colored smoke. Quicker than the blink of an eye, Henri reappeared and claimed the space as his own. He sat on the chair with a smug grin, glass of whiskey in hand. “To the early bird goes the worm. Sorry, darling. Better luck next time.” 

Where's everyone though?