Takuwan
moved to acc: 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨.
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l a z a r u s .
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death, it turns out, is the mother of all conflicts.
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Is this what death is?
Unfortunately for you, your life is short-lived. You have died. Killed off by one of the many things or beings on this vast rock. Jealous lover? Robot gone awry? Motorcycle accident? Well, no matter. No one knows what happens after death, and you’re not even sure what this is at all. Before you is just another normal day in your life. As the day passes, deja vu washes over you. You’ve already seen everything that happened that day. Everything is exactly the same as it always was. The same conversations, the same people walking down the street, every single event is exactly the same, as it is every single day. Over and over and over and over again. And you die. Again and again. Each day comes back like a dream. One that you are forced to live endlessly.
Welcome to the Dreamscape.
Not everyone gets to enter it like you, so despite being dead, consider yourself lucky.
A few days - or has it been weeks, maybe years - in, you notice something off. The televisions flash momentarily of a bright blue face. Incoherent mumbling in your earphones. The radio shifts from static to a monotone voice: “Do you want to live?”
Of course, you want to. You need to live.
The next time, after your eventual death (once more), the day repeats itself. Like a broken record, you wait for the clock to stop ticking as you continue down the familiar path.
It doesn’t come.
Somehow, you’ve managed to break out of this hell.
What matters now, is you’re not dead. Not anymore. You are, very much, alive.
With the help of this mysterious A.I., you’ve escaped the Dreamscape. However, everything comes with a price.
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co-GM @yuckeroni
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