I never thought I'd get used to dying.
It's the truth. The sad, unblemished, non-sugarcoated, truth.
Oh, you don't know who I am, do you? How rude of me. Let me introduce myself.
My name is Lyrical Cyrax, and as of now, I am officially dead. Yup. You read that right. Reread a few times if you don't believe me, just to reassure that it isn't a joke. It's not. I am honestly, buried-six-feet-under, dead.
I guess I'm getting a little ahead of myself though. I mean, if I was reading this, I would be just as perplexed. I don't quite understand it myself either. I guess I'd better start at the beginning.
But, before that, I'm going to warn you. If you like short, happy, no-one-dies-and-they-lived-happily-ever-after stories, this isn't for you. So, those of you that like the stories I described, go ahead and leave now. Cause this story has death, war, and other stuff you wouldn't want your seven-year old niece to read.
Ok, now that those suckers are gone, lets get started. Buckle up, sit down in the most comfortable spot in the house, and brace yourself for the most epic story you've ever heard.
Good luck! Oh, and try to avoid the land sharks (just kidding... I think).
-Lyrical Cyrax
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Science FictionLyrical Cyrax is dead. Dead as dead can be. But she wasn't always that way. After launching on a mission from Earth and crashing on an alien planet, her daily life is gone. No more Earth. No more school, no more missions, and no more normal. For fo...
