E̶i̷v̴e̶l̴
Walang pinagkaiba ang terminal na ito sa mga terminal na napuntahan na namin.
They're all the same. Quiet, cold, kind of dark... it's just that, I didn't noticed it before because... I-I'm not alone.
Now, it really feels... l-lonely.
Mariin akong napahawak sa mukha ko habang nakayuko.
"F-Fuck..." Bulong ko sa sarili.
M-My sight is getting blurry.
Tuluyan ng bumigay ang magkabila kong tuhod at napaluhod ako sa lapag. Madiin akong nakakagat sa ibabang labi ko at mariin ang pagkakapikit ko.
Tinatakpan ko ang magkabila kong mga mata.
D-Don't make a sound... d-don't cry...
"̸̬̣̬̑̈́̈͒̿͒̅̉́̂͊̌͌̈́͆͐D̶̳̩̠̞̝̱̩̅̈͑̋ǫ̶͖̳̜̻̼͓̠͓̔ņ̶̨̻̤̱̗͍̹̤̦̤̳͍̭͓̪̗͈́́͋̓̂̾̈͛̿̒́̀̆'̸̫̣͕̰̤̮͇̝̯͖̜̻̋̈́͂̓̃̉ͅt̶̛̘̙̳̠̺͙͈̄̓̐̍̈́͛́̋̀̇̈́̉̆͒͛̚̚͝͝ ̶̙̭̬̅̂̈́̍́ȁ̴̝̤̘̩͎̟̞̗͎͍̲̺̙̉̎̑͒̋̆̂̀͗̎̽͋̌̔̈́͝͝͝ç̶̥͇̟͍̘̺̩͓̪͈̳̯̺͓̪̫̥̊͐ţ̷̩̟͉̪͉̰̝̪̱̘̂̀͑̃̐̔̓̏̎́̓͑͌̅́̍͘͝͠͝ ̴̢̼̯͚̞͇̝̠̠̱̊̌̇̒̓͋͂͌͂̐̏̅̐̍̋̕l̵̢̛̦̺̳̗̹̬̋͂̆̕͝í̴̢̯͓̘̱̣̜̖̬͚͖̚͜ͅk̸̘͕͎͎̙̜̟̰̹͓͖̹̟͓͖̤̩͈̄̆̄̄ͅe̴̪̦͍̯͎͈̲̔̆̈́̔̃̀̔̆̂̈̎́̔̈́̚͝ͅͅ ̷̛̮̪̺̰̬̎̆̊̌̔̐̉͑́̚y̸̨͇͕̘̜̣̪̾̂̅̍̌͌̈̅̃̍͌̓͛̈́͘͘͠o̵̺̔̂̿͗͂̐͗͋̀̑͌̆͂͌̿͘͘͝ų̷̲͇̪̻̞̳͆̀̈͝ ̴̟̗͕͕̺͖̩͍͙͓̱͚̼̱̗̖̖͘c̸̢̖̗̠̗̙͐̓̅̇̆̈́͘̚͝h̶̢̛͇̩̤͖͕͈̹̳̻̺̹̜̱͎̪̏̈͒̊́̑̌́͋̅͌̽́̐̑̈́͘̚͜͝͝á̸̡̠̫̲̫̝̲̳̦̠̺̺͕̿͗̑͒͆͛͂̏͌͋̇̈́̈̃͠͝ņ̴̻̱͙͍͔͈̠̙̪̩̜͛̋͋͗̋͒͛̈́͐̇̾̓͗͘͘̚̕͝ͅg̶̗̘̱̖͔̙͙̠͓̣͍̘̝̓̄̀͂̑̄̚͘e̵̩̬͈̼̐ͅd̵̲͂̌́̓͌͗̎͝.̵̡͚͇̩̦̱̝̟̹̭͕͉͉̫̲̜̅̑͌̾͛̾̓̉͂̄̍̀̎̍͘͘͝ͅ"̷͈͎͛͛͘
M-Maybe he's right... I didn't really changed.
I'm just fooling them... f-fooling myself.
The more I stop myself from making any sound, the more I wanted cry out loud.
'Eyo, Eivel.' K̵̢̜͔̲̞̩̆̋́̿͜͝͠i̵̢̻̗̫̗̱̹̇̽̒̇̐̈̌̾̔͛̌̌͒̈́̕͜d̶͉̗̤̅̔̄͘.̸̧̣̼̠̺̪̬͇͇͍̰̻͍͓̀̅̈͌̾̅̊ͅ.̷̡̡̹͈̹͈͍̝̞͈͇̿̓̈́͛ͅͅ.̴̧̡̻̦͈̯͈͔̯̟͒ ̸͖̼̦̤̲͉͖̘͈́̂̀͛̿ͅb̶̤͕̜̌́͂͒́͘ë̴͍̥͍̙̥͇͕̳̭̣̝͈́́́́̍̀̓̂̈́̆̆̕ţ̴̡̲̟͚͓͔͖͙̠̪̅̉͒̒̇̉̃͘͝͠ŗ̷̡̨̼̦̻͎̩͙̹͚̲̱̯̣͝a̸̢̨̱̤͖͉͛̅̈́͆͒́͂̄̿̿̏y̶̡̢̢͈̤̖͙̳͎̰͖͉̘̳̿͘ẽ̴̢͎̓̋͗ḑ̷̺̤̲̺͔̠̻͙̹̲̝̟͆͛̈̇̃͗͝ ̷͓̝̦͎͈̠̒̌̓̿͑̒̊͋͑͌͊͝͝ų̴̧̼̤̖̦̝̘̤͇̙̺̋͑̈́̔̒́̋̆͌̎͠ͅş̷̢̺̯̱̼̰̥͍͇̠̂̀̇̀̈́̈́̈́̉͛̔̕
'Miss Genius.' Ä̸̖̤͍͉̞̬ͅͅ ̴̧̡̘̱̼͎͎͉̲̪͙̹̿̍̓̈̎̅̂͊̈́̃̉̕g̴̨̨̧̬̘̠͉̼̞̯̝̰̻̣͚̓e̷̡̡͔͙͍̤͇̩̗̮̖̗̣̠̙̽̋̆̔̀͂̇̆̽ň̵̬̮̺̄̽̈̎̐i̸̧͓̠̱̺̪̻̙̾̒́͆͘͝ų̴̺̀͐͐͒̈́͘s̸͚͓̜͖̹͔̅̾͛,̵̺̱̜͉̠̳̣̍́̄͐̑̅̍̕ ̸̡̹͇̘̠̥̺̝̦̩̗͗́ͅw̶̳̖̥̫͎̦͑̍h̵̘͒̈́̊̿̾́ô̸̥̪̫̰̖̯͓͚͚̲̩͆͋̿͛̍̑̍͋̚̚͜ ̸̧̨̨̱̖͔͇̠̺̹̦̜̻͑͆̓̉̂͋t̵̹̤̪͈̫̙̯̰̘̄h̶̢̫͇̩̭̮͍̦̟̮͕̝̻͋̓̂̒͐̒͊͛̈́̓͒͂̕͝ͅi̸̢̡̫̤̥̣̯̙͎̫̝̥̩̎͂̀̇͋̉͜ͅn̶̖̘̹͙̯͒̓̓̀͜k̷̛͉̦̝̅̔͂̃̑̈͗̽ş̷̨̝̼̻̺̤̙̳̞̳̻͎̗̅̅̍̄̐̄ ̷̢͚̥̠͖̦̤͕̪̍̏́̈́̑͑̈́͌ͅh̴̥͈͇̺͎͋̿̈́̔̀͌ȋ̸̧̯̣͎̺̊̿͊̉̎̌̊̀̀̔̾͘͠͝ģ̶̢̨̟͕̬͚̖̓͐̾̑̽̅̓ĥ̶͓̜̙̫̮̖̫̦̜̏͊͛̐̀̄́̄͆̍̒̐͜ͅl̵̗͔̜͇͉̠̓̀̓̄̂̎̅y̸̢̢̯͈͍̿̇̇̑̋̈̓̈́̎̾̐̕͘͝ ̶͖̻̞͓̥̫̦̲̻̱͙̳̣̘̬̔̽̿̉̐͗͑o̴̭̹̤͉̪̪͕͖̱͊f̸̧̨̹̗͕͔̘̒̔ ̷̤̮̤̗͚̹̲̺̭̘̹̏͒̆ḩ̴̳͙̟̺̦͌̓̅ͅë̸̛̺̘̖̳̥͎̦̗̜̭̈̅͑̔ͅr̶̢̢̺̙̤͕̖̠̾̀̄̀̀̿̋͜s̶̡̡͕͎͙̯̙̥̗͖̮̟̘̮̏͗͒̃͆̔̀̌́̑͘͜ȩ̷̞̟̖̯̪̱̳͕̪͍̯̤̬̦̋͌͗́͊͆̿̄̃̐̿̀͘l̴͍̼͎̃f̸̡̡͉͚̗͙̲̠̭͇̬̐.̵̡̡̛̛̻̗̞̰̫̭̝̰̥̓͆͛̐̽͆̓́̃̚͘͠͠
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Game Of Life: Volume 2
Science FictionVOLUME 2 1 out of 4 chess pieces. 3 more left. New areas and Game Generals. New teams and players. Don't trust your eyes, Everyone is in disguise. Each of you is a player, Let's play the Game Of Life. Let's continue the Game. Genre: Sci-Fi / Mystery...