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As Grian hit the sand the world went dark.
He knew he had attracted some unwanted attention before the voices began screaming at him to kill Scar, but that was the thing that pushed him too far. The Watchers had told him that this "game" or this, "experiment" as they had called it, wouldn't hurt him in the long run but looking back, they clearly changed their minds about that. He had been told that his memory would be wiped before they put him in a new game. As he watched the desert fade from view and be replaced by the void, he wondered if he and Scar would be allies in the next experiment, even with the memory wipe.
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His thoughts of safety and forgetfulness were wiped straight from his mind as he heard a booming voice announce,
"Welcome to Last Life, a new…"
This couldn't be right? Not when he swore he remembered every moment of the last games. Every last part, up until-
"Hi! I'm Scar! Nice to meet you, Grian, was it? Anyways, d' you want to join me up on magic mountain? Grian?"
Grian knew exactly what it felt like to deliver the blow that killed the man in front of him. He killed Scar, and now Scar was introducing himself to him? But- the Watchers, they said, he wouldn't remember? He remembers, that can't be right?
After a brief conversation between the very confused Grian and the overenthusiastic Scar, the two went their separate ways.
All across the map vague memories kept drawing people together.
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Scott could swear he recognized the goofy smile of the Southern land outcast, Jimmy, or something similar, Scott couldn’t catch his name in the midst of all the "AHA" chaos. But he had a feeling that smile used to be something he loved, but as they stood across the battlefield Scott knew that this smile was aimed at him like a loaded crossbow, furious and crazed as the red life stared him down. Jimmy’s final death struck Scott like lightning, not knowing why he was as devastated as he was, he kept moving, trying to ignore the thoughts of him failing the canary hybrid.
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Martyn paused for a second when he saw a glint of sunlight off of the crown of the man across from him. The glint seemed familiar, like a sight he had once called home, something that meant safety, but clearly he didn't know the man with the crown, otherwise why would he be asking him what his name was. It was Ren, a mysterious man, but very familiar to Martyn nonetheless. He felt the need to protect this man, as if he had once been vitally important to him. The shadow alliance felt strangely familiar to him, being in an alliance with Ren, being completely loyal to him. The pang of guilt Martyn felt when Ren’s yellow death was announced felt even more familiar. Fighting together to the end felt familiar. Yet nothing would come to his mind as to why he felt as if he had known Ren his whole life.
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The final showdown began, Pearl, Martyn, Ren and Scott all on different corners of the world, preparing their armor and weapons to get this experiment over with. As the four charged into battle everything became a blur to Scott. The first death message popped up,
< Pearlecentmoon tried to swim in lava to escape RenDog >
Memories from a life forgotten flashed across Scott’s vision, getting clearer by the minute. Memories of that Southerner with flowers in his hair, him giving Scott a flower. As he rushed through the woods the visions of him grew clearer, brighter and brighter as Scott threw a harming potion over Martyn,
< Inthelittlewood was killed by Smajor using magic >
The memories rushed back to him, the poppy, the pufferish of peace, their homes. But one detail wasn't included in these memories, just what were they? Were they best friends? Who was this Southerner to him? These thoughts raced through Scotts head as he chased Ren down,
< RenDog was slain by a zombie >
Everything came back to him. The flower fields they called home. The guilt when he died the first time. The cake they were sure was a trap. Dogwarts. The poppy and Jimmy’s confession. Everything he and Jimmy had shared. And the widows club, meaning, Jimmy was his husband in that life. Jimmy was his everything. It all made sense. As Scott was killed the final time as the victor he knew he would look out for Jimmy in the afterlife, no matter what.
< Smajor was killed >
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The booming voice that had introduced Scott to the last life awoke him from what he thought would be his final sleep.
“Welcome to Double Life…”