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Awoken in this filthy hell, striped away from everything. Their job, their family, their friends, 𝐇𝐢𝐦.
Everything once of theirs, now forgotten back above, where they can no longer reach. Every round they do is an emotionless ride, leading to nowhere.
Some of the survivors, they recognise. Many they do, only a few they don’t. They’ve been around for quite awhile when they were back at their job. After all, it was part of it. To guide unfamiliar faces to a brand new home, now only bringing those familiar to their fated ends.
A pizza boy,
A gambler,
A soldier,
A hacker,
A wizard,
A ringmaster,
A creator,
…
Many creators,
A young one,
A news repor-
…
Oh.
He’s here too. I hear it. The familiar yet so unknowing tune. It’s only him left.
.
Best make this quick.
Each step is weighed by myself, yet I force myself to move. He’s highlighted, yet I don’t need such. I know exactly where he’d be.
My legs push forward through the grass, past whatever is in my way, I have low regard as to care for it. I head straight for the castle. Exactly where he is, broadcasting his speech, although all those who would listen are dead. We both know that.
Axe in hand, I make my way up silently, but fast. When he notices me, it’s already far too late. His head has already been caved in by my now bloodied axe, Blood and viscera Drenching my pale mask, I have low regard for it though.
Everything then fades to black, and I then wake up back in my cabin.
Killer wins.