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Scenario 1: You groan, gradually sitting up at the smell of smoke and... and death. Lots. And lots. Of deaths...
The corpses around you make you do a double take. The entire city was basically leveled. Nothing higher than five feet in the air. It's... it's all dead.
You nearly puke, unable to bear the grim sight before you. Until you hear a sign of life: a whisper. You gradually get from underneath some rubble and bloody corpses, limping to the whispers and noticing an ally: Pawz. She was gripping her head, rocking back and forth like a baby, whispering "I didn't mean to" on repeat... What's up with her?
Scenario 2: Life was great! You've been living this good life for as long as you were alive. Born and raised right. No sibling or parent deaths (unless parents/siblings died due to a miscarriage/incurable disease), had great friends and the world was generally safe! History wasn't so nice, but that taught us all the present; how to avoid catastrophic damage. How to care for the planet. How to... how to.......
You're now in an alleyway, unsure of how you got there... this was strange. You probably blacked out while walking at some point. But... why is there a figure before you?
