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"I only have vague memories of my life from before, of the world I came from. I tried to move on, to capture some semblance of what passes as a normal civilian life on Remnant, but the powers that be had other plans. And it all started at a coffee shop, when the future Fall Maiden walked through the door." Isekai!Gamer!OC
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- Part 1 of Reification Anthology
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29 Jun 2025
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Where does a memory end? Where does an image lose its ethereal value and turn to nothing but a pile of flesh to keep one warm for the night?
In a tiny apartment in Lungmen, at some late nightly hour, Andrew Reiff finds himself stranded in bed, regretting last night's heated decisions. Words ring across his weary, hungover head, as the freezing arms of guilt creep all the way up his spine to deliver their thought-clearing wisdom straight to the brain.
The warmth of a snoozing girl lies by his side. A familiair sight, yet better left as nothing more than a memory.
Their eyes refuse to meet. Words remain unspoken, as the boy is left to battle with yesterday's mistakes.
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- Part 4 of "Us and Them"
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29 Jun 2025
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Sometimes shit happens. Hey, it’s not always your day, it’s alright. One moment you’re riding high, soaring above these mud-riddled plains with the king of mercs by your side, another, you’re running far away from the crater he blew himself up in. You've really outdone yourself this time. W's dead, there’s angel blood on your fingers and something itches to grow out of your skull. To pierce those gray curls of yours and bask in the twin moons' soft gaze. Something brewing deep within, eager to dim that halo forever and shatter your wings. A piece of you that’s always been there, always hiding and growling, waiting for its moment to shine.
So, hit the lights, Andy. Give it some stage time. Let yourself live a little. Throw out that Lateran jacket, put on some leather. Grow a pair of horns, befriend a fiend. Forget Laterano, forget Lungmen.
Kazdel is your new home. And your new home’s where you rightfully belong, you little rascal.
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- Part 3 of "Us and Them"
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29 Jun 2025
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Strands of your mind cling together, like web to a slippery leaf bathed in the morning dew. You have seen both heaven and hell, witnessed the atrocities of war firsthand, and imagined a better life in the deepest, most intimate corners of your dreaming spirit.
The wishes for peace and certainty you have once so desperately longed for, now lay trampled underneath the might of your mind’s vivid horrors. What was once so bright and lively, now cowers in fear, clinging to gone memories like a shipwreck survivor to some lowly piece of driftwood.
From the depths of hell, you arrived victorious, grasping the laurel wreath high above your head. Unrecognizable, with your empty eyes telling a story of innocence brutally taken away from the child curling in shame in the depths of your empty soul.
Almost green you are, curly head, having grown up with a rifle by your bedside table, never knowing peace and quiet.
Out of the pan that was the Kazdel Civil War and into the scorching flames of Lungmen, where life flows by on its own accord, here, you must learn to live once more.
So put on your best facade,
Let the reuniting trumpets ring a wild,
And allow the city to swallow you whole.
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- Part 2 of "Us and Them"
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29 Jun 2025
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Through thick and thin the Law shall prevail. A new sense of purpose awaits us, children of light, in the land where it all began. The darkness in which we once cowered in fear, now curbed by the might of our endless light. Come, brothers, come, sisters. Let there be peace among the wicked, just as the Law dictates.
Peace and certainty is all that you have ever longed for, little angel. A bright, stable future. A roof without holes above thy head. Acknowledgement and recognition of thy existence, feverish dreams of grandeur.
Greed born from yearning, treacherous vines of rapacity taint your innocent soul. You seek a future that does not exist.
Let thy fingers hold the fragile line between dream and nightmare. Let thy light navigate the path.
Shall thee give in and falter, O’ land of old, envelop his body in thy unending flame of chaos. Spit out nothing but an empty husk, the remnants of a smile once so bright.
Shall thee prevail, O’, Great Kazdel, I ask of you, the impossible - take mercy on the innocent. Don’t let the radiance dim and don’t let the mind turn bleak.
Wake, young traveler.
Bid thy farewells and burn thy bridges.
It’s time to say goodbye, curly head.
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- Part 1 of "Us and Them"
Bookmarked by Inkas
29 Jun 2025