'MPD' is a tale of reincarnation, and questions or conventional ideas of time, space, and life itself. What is the perpose of life, and what do we take with us, if anything, when we die. More to the point, where do we go?

'MPD' is one soul's search for these answers, whether consciouss or otherwise. Every few chapters, a life may end, but this does not mean a PERSON must end.

Tales of past lives; of their recollection, are rife, and always have been. It is part of human nature to wonder what will happen next and what has happened before. We are lost without mystery.

In 'MPD', reincarnation becomes a seemingly daily occurance. What exactly is going on? Why does the main character long for things without knowing what those things are? Why does he remember things which surely happened to someone else?

As time goes on, the principal discovers that he is not one person at all, but many; characters the reader will have become familiar with in previous chapters. The principal realises that there is not just one life running here, but many, and begins to attempt to discover how the whole process of life and death works. If a person wills it, is it possible to take something beyond the grave? Must love be lost? Must life be lost? What is the fundemental reality?

'MPD' introduces us to a variety of characters; dreamers and workers, heros and villans. There is no 'main' character; or is there? Sets range not only through space, but through time./ In the search for anwers to our questions, we are taken from dustbowl America during the depression, to Tibet before the Chinese invasion, to Aztec South America, to the trenches of World War Two, to the times of the Romans, of Neandertol man. We even visit colourful futures and bizzare dream worlds where none of our conventions apply. And all in search of those questions which define us; in search of ourselves.

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