twotwoka
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Kael went past the two iron-reinforced doors to get to the training ground. The bunker was impressive. But what he saw was even more complex. It wasn't just rooms, a kitchen, or an armory. It was a small forest. Trees, small peaks, and even something that looked like a river from a distance. Kael stood on top of a cliff, feeling like he was 100 m (328 feet) in the air. The sky above him spread out, showcasing its beauty. It felt close enough to touch, yet utterly real at the same time. How is this…-
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There were always moments when I used to question. If anything was real. Look at your hand and ask yourself if this was a simulation or if I was someone's imagination. Both situations seemed equally as frightening to me. "Feel like grabbing a beer later?" A voice came from behind Kael. "Nah, I'm good," Kael replied to see the person who was him. It was a man in his early 30s; this was a scenario he knew very well. The office setting, he and everyone around him were dressed in suits. The person who…
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I didn't understand why, but they treated the sound of that trumpet like a bad omen. "That dumb bitch still follows you around like a dog," Vyra interjected. I turned to her, feeling a bit confused. She seemed so sure about where those trumpets came from. It sounded like there might be some danger involved. "Is this a bad thing?" I asked, turning to Miria. "Normally, it isn't, but with you here, this may not be the best time for a visitor from the empire," Miria said to Kael as she moved toward the…
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Great. I get a second chance at life. The first thing that happens? I get enslaved by a strange power from a pretty girl. And from the looks of it, I don't think I can talk my way out of this situation. Worst-case scenario is that I run away from her and die at the hands of a wild animal. Then there's the case that I have no idea where to run. For now, playing nice might be my best bet. Once again, the same transparent window floated in front of Kael. <Reward: Freedom> Okay, so whatever this…
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Kael. Male. At the age of 25. Left on a sidewalk after being hit by a truck when I was coming back from work, there it lay—my lifeless body. Maybe I should feel sad. I had little to get attached to. Almost every day was the same. I went to work. I sat down. And pretended to like people who didn't like me either. At work, a “friend group” formed around me. Our bond? Fleeting complaints about our jobs. Yet I'm likely still a stranger to them. Their siblings, lovers, dreams - all unknown. Our…
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