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He died not too long ago. It was at a warehouse in the city of Eego, somewhere down the street of Kedal and Samsong. But that’s not what he was wondering. It didn't matter to him where or when he died, or even who killed him. No… that’s not what anyone would care about if they were killed, no, if you died you would immediately think about your destination, your life and why you died. It’s only after you die do you really listen to the world, you hear the sound of silence. A black truth clouds your eyes as you stay in a trance too deep for you to escape yet not too deep for you to wait for escape. It’s a feeling that everyone has felt, utter and complete boredom. This version of the world is the real truth, it is what you see when you close your eyes for a sleep you cannot awake. It is your end, his end...at least it was.
He awoke not too long ago. At a warehouse in the city of Eego, down the street of Kedal and by the crossing of Kedal and Samsong. The warehouse was as empty as it was when he had entered. The only difference was the lack of blood upon the floor. The warehouse smelled of rust and metal, just like it did before he slept. Yet something was different, something for sure was very different. 'Was it the air' he thought, it did feel a little more moist. 'The house' he concluded, 'maybe it was designed a little different, with the beams that held it up being positioned a little different. Maybe by 3 centimeters' he figured. 'Or was it the cement floor' he questioned himself, 'it has maybe 10 more cracks than it did when I died'. 'Or was I miscalculating' the man doubted. He stood up from where he had died and observed the warehouse from a different angle. 'Yea,' he thought with 100% certainty, 'it was different.' Everything from the paint that was peeling to the blades of grass that stuck out of the cracked concrete, even where the cracks in the concrete were, were indeed different. This man had faced this endless state of boredom so many times that he had begun to learn to observe his surroundings before he died and after. This little habit of his, was so meticulous that he could if ever, catch God himself in a microscopic mistake if he ever made one. Thus, when he woke this time, he was able to catch these subliminal differences in the landscape, changes no regular human would ever notice. Now the word: why repeated in his head.
'Why, why, why,' he thought. 'Who could do this? Who in the world could have the power to do such a feat?' The man standing in the warehouse scratched his beard in utter bewilderment. He had meant people with astounding powers but this, this was beyond him. 'The power to change… change what,' he asked himself. 'Change the appearance of reality in seconds? Change time itself?' The realization that this man did not know anything about why the surroundings were different really surprised the man. This surprised him so much he began to laugh, he laughed aloud, long and hard for a minute or two before clasping his hand over his mouth and finally proclaiming.
“****.”
**** indeed. Wonder what could have the power to change the reality of things when you have the power to respawn back in time, completely. Oh snap, that's a spoiler.
He awoke not too long ago. At a warehouse in the city of Eego, down the street of Kedal and by the crossing of Kedal and Samsong. The warehouse was as empty as it was when he had entered. The only difference was the lack of blood upon the floor. The warehouse smelled of rust and metal, just like it did before he slept. Yet something was different, something for sure was very different. 'Was it the air' he thought, it did feel a little more moist. 'The house' he concluded, 'maybe it was designed a little different, with the beams that held it up being positioned a little different. Maybe by 3 centimeters' he figured. 'Or was it the cement floor' he questioned himself, 'it has maybe 10 more cracks than it did when I died'. 'Or was I miscalculating' the man doubted. He stood up from where he had died and observed the warehouse from a different angle. 'Yea,' he thought with 100% certainty, 'it was different.' Everything from the paint that was peeling to the blades of grass that stuck out of the cracked concrete, even where the cracks in the concrete were, were indeed different. This man had faced this endless state of boredom so many times that he had begun to learn to observe his surroundings before he died and after. This little habit of his, was so meticulous that he could if ever, catch God himself in a microscopic mistake if he ever made one. Thus, when he woke this time, he was able to catch these subliminal differences in the landscape, changes no regular human would ever notice. Now the word: why repeated in his head.
'Why, why, why,' he thought. 'Who could do this? Who in the world could have the power to do such a feat?' The man standing in the warehouse scratched his beard in utter bewilderment. He had meant people with astounding powers but this, this was beyond him. 'The power to change… change what,' he asked himself. 'Change the appearance of reality in seconds? Change time itself?' The realization that this man did not know anything about why the surroundings were different really surprised the man. This surprised him so much he began to laugh, he laughed aloud, long and hard for a minute or two before clasping his hand over his mouth and finally proclaiming.
“****.”
**** indeed. Wonder what could have the power to change the reality of things when you have the power to respawn back in time, completely. Oh snap, that's a spoiler.
