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Post by steven on Oct 20, 2012 21:27:31 GMT -8
 STEVENtwenty-three (twenty-five) | male | player | light | joel endoThe Characterit's a lot different than he remembers, but everything feels the same. he doesn't recognize the buildings or the shops -- they were quickly changing and building. it feels wrong to be back, and he's lost.
just when he's about to give up, there's that hand stretched out to him. he's an idiot, he thinks. they could be dangerous, but the man leads him to the right path. he gives him the right directions and finds his way home.
they meet again.
he isn't sure if the man is stalking him or if they have the same path home, but he remains cautious.
the next time he wakes, the man's in his kitchen. the living room is a mess. rotting -- rotten -- food lie on the table. he isn't cleaning it. neither of them would. joel takes his things and leaves the flat. there's class. he'll deal with the mess later.
the man becomes a permanent fixture on his couch, the only spot in the living area that isn't covered in trash. the television is on, and there's a commercial of that game. he offers a ticket, telling him to try it out. the man doesn't know that he's already been playing for some time and declines. he offers a username instead.
the game world is much like the real world. it's different but very much the same as the real one. the senses are precise, vibrant. but there's voices he knows he shouldn't be able to hear here. it bothers him just as it did before.
it takes plenty of restraint not to reach for the menu and give the orders. they left a bitter taste on his tongue, but it soon goes away once they arrive. the username had been a tip off. he'd found him.
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