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November 5th, 2012
He awakened with a splitting headache, causing him to double back and moan, his head slamming uncomfortably into a large rock-sized mint. His skin felt like it was on fire. His eyes were bloodshot and sizzling like embers. His soul felt damaged, if he had one. It felt hurt and impaired. Like someone had cracked him open and literally put a hole in it. There were tears swimming in his eyes as the man lay in agony, his entire body screaming for rest. He was scared.
For the first time ever, a Good Guy was scared.
It sounded so… cowardly. To him. Be that as it may, he had a reason to feel fear. He was afraid of death.
He had escaped it so many times, and yet each of those times he wasn’t afraid. But now he was. Why?
Was it because he knew that he was, sooner or later? Was it because he could not regenerate in this game? No… he had definitely chosen the wrong game to mess with, but now he was being punished. Karma.
And, oh man, did he hurt. It hu